Hymns for the Week, and Hymns for the Seasons. Tr. [From the Breviary by W.J. Copeland]

Hymns for the Week, and Hymns for the Seasons. Tr. [From the Breviary by W.J. Copeland]

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1848 edition. Excerpt: ... AT MATINS. Rex Sempiterne ccditum. Of Heaven's high host Eternal Lord, Who all created things hast made; Before all worlds Co-equal Word, Son, in Thy Father's might array'd: Who at the world's primaeval birth To Adam didst Thine Image give, Didst link with this frail form of earth Thy princely Spirit, and bad'st him live: When the foul Daemon's guileful spite The race had marr'd with sinful stain, Thou, clad in flesh, with plastic might The beauteous wreck didst mould again: Who erst wert born of Virgin's womb, Now from the teeming grave art born; And bidst us, buried in the tomb, Arise with Thee this glorious morn; Thou, Heavenly Shepherd, Thy true flock In Thy Baptismal well dost lave; This is of souls the sprinkling rock; This is of sins the whelming grave. Thou, Saviour, on the Cross wert laid, So long to our deservings ow'd; The ransom of our souls hast paid, In lavish streams of precious Blood. Oh, Jesu blest, to every breast Unceasing Paschal gladness be; From blasting breath of sin and death The new-born sons of life set free. Father, to Thee all glory be, And Son, Who from the dead art rais'd, And Spirit Blest, with Both confest, One God, through endless ages prais'd. AT LAUDS. Aurora caslum purpurat. The dawn is purpling o'er the sky, The air with Alleluias shakes, The glad earth shouts her triumph high, Hell in each shuddering cavern quakes; Whilst He the King, with strong Right Hand Leads forth from cells of death and night Th' unprison'd Fathers' ghostly band To gladdening beam of life and light. Whose tomb so late the threefold ward Of watch, and stone, and seal did bind, Now Victor risen death's self hath barr'd, To that same tomb for aye consign'd. Farewell then grave, a long farewell To funeral tears and grief and pain;...show more

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  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 64g
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  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236945654
  • 9781236945655