Lyra Catholica: Containing All the Breviary and Missal Hymns, with Others from Various Sources

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James Burns, 1849 - 311 páginas

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Página 56 - TESUS, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast ; But sweeter far Thy face to see, And in Thy presence rest.
Página 103 - COME, O Creator Spirit blest ! And in our souls take up thy rest ; Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 2 Great Comforter ! to thee we cry ; O highest gift of God most high...
Página 234 - HOLY Spirit ! Lord of light ! From thy clear celestial height, Thy pure beaming radiance give : Come, Thou Father of the poor ! Come, with treasures which endure ! Come, Thou Light of all that live ! Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast, Dost refreshing peace bestow; Thou in toil art comfort sweet ; Pleasant coolness in the heat ; Solace in the midst of woe.
Página 138 - At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last : Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, All His bitter anguish bearing, Now at length the sword had passed.
Página 12 - O THOU true Life of all that live, Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway ; Who dost the morn and evening give, And through its changes guide the day,— 2 Thy light upon our evening...
Página 58 - Jesu ! Thou the beauty art Of angel worlds above ; Thy Name is music to the heart, Enchanting it with love.
Página 101 - O THOU eternal King most high ! Who didst the world redeem ; And conquering Death and Hell, receive A dignity supreme ; Thou, through the starry orbs, this day, Didst to Thy Throne ascend ; Thenceforth to reign in sovereign power, And glory without end. There, seated in Thy majesty, To Thee submissive bow The Heaven of Heavens, the spacious earth, The depths of Hell below. With trembling there the angels see The changed estate of men ; The flesh which sinned by Flesh redeemed, Man in the Godhead...
Página 140 - Holy Mother ! pierce me through ; In my heart each wound renew Of my Saviour crucified: Let me share with thee His pain, Who for all my sins was slain, Who for me in torments died.
Página 295 - O my Jesus, Thou didst me Upon the cross embrace, For me didst bear the nails and spear, And manifold disgrace...
Página 57 - But what to those who find ? Ah, this Nor tongue nor pen can show : The love of Jesus, what it is None but His loved ones know.

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