Rampolli

Автор

George MacDonald

Жанр

Зарубежная классика

Год написания книги

2018

<< 1 ... 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 >>

На страницу:

Перейти

43 из 45

Настройки чтения

Размер шрифта

Высота строк

Поля

It fills thy tender heart with woe
We should sin and suffer so.
Holy, holy Lord God,
Holy, mighty Lord God,
Holy Saviour with the tender heart,
Everlasting God,
Let us not be gasted
By hell’s hollows all aglow:
Lord, have mercy upon us.

When amidst the pains of hell
Us our sins are baiting;
Whither shall we flee away
Where relief is waiting?
To thee, Lord Christ, thee only
Who didst outpour thy precious blood
For our sins sufficing good:
Holy, holy Lord God,
Holy, mighty Lord God,
Holy Saviour with the tender heart,
Everlasting God,
Let us not fall from thee,
From comfort of the right faith:
Lord, have mercy upon us.

     II

     SIMEON THE PATRIARCH’S SONG OF PRAISE

In peace and joy I now depart,
For God hath willed it.
Comforted is my mind and heart,
For he hath stilled it;
As my God did promise me,
Death is grown only slumber.

That shows that Christ is God’s own Son,
And our saviour so,
Whom thou, O Lord, to me hast shown,
Making me know
Him the Life eternal,
And health in pain and dying.

In the fore-front thou hast him placed,
In him delighted;
The whole world to his kingdom blest
Hast invited
Through thy precious wholesome word
In every place resounding.

He is the health and happy light
Of the heathen,
To ope their eyes, and give them sight
Thee to see then.
He to thy people, Isr’el,
Is glory, honour, pleasure.

XVI. THE PRAISE OF GOD

     I

Unto the seer, Isaiah, it was given
That, in the spirit, he saw the Lord of heaven
Up on a lofty throne, in radiance bright;
The skirt of his garment filled the temple quite;
Two seraphs at his side were standing there;
Six wings, he saw, each one of them did wear:
Two over their bright visages did meet,
With two of them they covered up their feet,
And with the other twain abroad did fly.
Each to the other called with a great cry,
Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth!
Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth!
Holy is God, the Lord of Zebaoth!
His glory great the whole world filled hath.
At the loud cry the beams and threshold shook,
And the whole house was full of cloud and smoke.

     II

     THE SONG OF PRAISE “TE TEUM LAUDAMUS,” TURNED INTO GERMAN BY DR. MART

     LUTHER

The first Choir.—Lord God, thee praise do we.
The second Choir.—Lord, we give thanks to thee.

1. Thee, Father, eternal God,

2. Earth praises, far and broad.

1. All angels and heaven’s host,

2. All that in thy service boast,

1. The cherubim and seraphim

2. Sing thee ever with lofty hymn:

1. Holy is our Lord God!