Latin Hymns: With English Notes, for Use in Schools and Colleges

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Francis Andrew March
American Book Company, 1875 - Hymns, Latin - 333 pages
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Page 159 - The first creature of God, in the works of the days, was the light of the sense; the last was the light of reason ; and his sabbath work, ever since, is the illumination of his Spirit.
Page 269 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a...
Page 282 - Yet even in the Old Testament, if you listen to David's harp, you shall hear as many hearse-like airs as carols; and the pencil of the Holy Ghost hath laboured more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.
Page 250 - He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending ; Of serious faith, and inward glee ; That was the song, the song for me...
Page 5 - Salvum fac populum tuum, Domine, et benedic hereditati tuae. Et rege eos, et extolle illos usque in aeternum. Per singulos dies benedicimus te; Et laudamus nomen tuum in saeculum, et in saeculum saeculi.
Page 5 - Dignare, Domine, die isto sine peccato nos custodire. Miserere nostri, Domine, miserere nostri. Fiat misericordia tua, Domine, super nos quemadmodum speravimus in te. In te, Domine, speravi ; non confundar in aeternum.
Page 253 - More servants wait on man Than he'll take notice of. In every path, He treads down that which doth befriend him When sickness makes him pale and wan. Oh mighty love ! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
Page 268 - Profaneness in my head, Defects and darkness in my breast, A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest : Poor Priest thus am I drest.
Page 136 - Et ab hoedis me sequestra. Statuens in parte dextra. Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis, Voca me cum benedictis. Oro supplex et acclinis, Cor contritum quasi cinis : Gere curam mei finis. Lacrymosa dies ilia, Qua resurget ex favilla, Judicandus homo reus. Huic ergo parce Deus, Pie Jesu, Domine, Dona eis requiem. Amen.
Page 136 - Preces meae non sunt dignae, sed tu, bonus, fac benigne, ne perenni cremer igne. Inter oves locum praesta et ab haedis me sequestra statuens in parte dextra; Confutatis maledictis, flammis acribus addictis, voca me cum benedictis.

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