SONGS OF PRAISE, POEMS OF DEVOTION IN THE CHRISTIAN CENTURIES

WITH AN INTRODUCTION

BY HENRY COPPEE,

PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN THE UΝΙVΕRSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA.

PHILADELPHIA:

PUBLISHED BY E. H. BUTLER & CO.

1866.

MARY MAGDALEN

To the hall of that feast came the sinful and fair; She heard in the city that Jesus was there; She marked not the splendor that blazed on their board;…

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THE ASCENSION

WHY is thy face so lit with smiles, Mother of Jesus, why? And wherefore is thy beaming look So fixed upon the sky? From out thine overflowing eyes Bright lights…

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STARS OF THE MORNING

Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright, Filled with celestial resplendence and light; These that, where night never followeth day, Raise the Trishagion ever and aye: These are Thy counsellors:…

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SUNDAY MORNING

Ad templa nos rursus vocat. AGAIN the Sunday morn Calls us to prayer and praise, Waking our hearts to gratitude With its enlivening rays. But Christ yet brighter shone, Quenching…

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HIS SACRED FEET

Maria castis osculis. His sacred feet with tears of agony She bathes; and prostrate on the earth adores; Steeps them in kisses chaste, and wipes them dry With her own…

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Ο BLEST CREATOR

Rerum Creator optime. O BLEST Creator of the world, Look in Thy pity down; Nor let the guilty sleep of sin Our souls in torpor drown. Lord of all holiness,…

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THE PASSION

Mœrentes oculi spargite lachrymas. Now let us sit and weep, And fill our hearts with woe; Pondering the shame and torments deep Which God from wicked men did undergo. See…

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SUNDAY

Primo die quo Trinitas. THIS day the blessed Trinity The universe began; This day the world's Creator rose, O’ercoming death for man. Casting betimes dull sloth away, We too will…

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