8ve lower adore Alleluia Amen Angels Babe Behold bleeds bless blest Blood Boosey & Co bright Catholic Christ dear death didst divine doth dulcis earth Edward Caswall eternal faith Father Caswall Father Faber Father O'Connor Fifth Tune Frederick William Faber glory God's grace Hail hath heart Heaven Holy Hymn Melody Jesus Juxta crucem King light Lord love Thee lu ia Mary Mater mercy Michael Haydn Mother night nobis o'er omne Oratory of St Patri Philip Neri Plain Chant prae praise pray Priest Quae Queen quod S. P. Waddington Saint Saint Patrick Saviour Saviour bleeds Second Tune sing sit lau soul Spirit sweet Thine Third Tune Thou art Thou hast thro throne Translation Unison Virgin Virgo Willsbridge
Página 545 - Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, " Come weary souls, for Jesus bids you come :" And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Página 501 - Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence ; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation ; and uphold me with thy free spirit.
Página 537 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Página 11 - When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
Página 532 - Slowly the rays of daylight fade ; So fade within our heart The hopes in earthly love and joy, That one by one depart...
Página 493 - Faith of our Fathers ! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife : And preach thee too, as love knows how, By kindly words and virtuous life. Faith of our Fathers, &c.
Página 11 - WE praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting. To thee, all Angels cry aloud; the Heavens, and all the Powers therein. To thee, Cherubim and Seraphim continually do cry, Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty of thy Glory.
Página 79 - My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns; Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns; The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals; The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls: For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good, So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.
Página 79 - I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear; Who, scorched with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. Alas...