Introits and hymns, with some anthems adapted to the seasons of the Christian year [ed. by W.U. Richards].

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Page 87 - So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting ? O grave, where is thy victory ? The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law ; but thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Page 165 - Come near and bless us when we wake, ere through the world our way we take; till in the ocean of thy love we lose ourselves in heaven above.
Page 158 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Page 23 - Fear not," said he — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind — " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Page xvii - And he hath made my mouth like a sharp sword ; in the shadow of his hand hath he hid me, and made me a polished shaft ; in his quiver hath he hid me ; and said unto me : " Thou art my servant, O Israel, in whom I will be glorified.
Page 165 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Page 85 - CHRIST our passover is sacrificed for us ; therefore let us keep the feast ; Not with the old leaven, neither with the leaven of malice and wickedness ; but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.
Page 136 - Yea, in the way of thy judgments, O LORD, have we waited for thee; the desire of our soul is to thy name, and to the remembrance of thee.
Page 105 - Anoint and cheer our soiled face , With the abundance of Thy grace : Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; Where Thou art guide no ill can come.
Page 163 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.

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