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Mysteries of Life, Death and Futurity Horace Welby
Mysteries of Life, Death and Futurity
Horace Welby
A Hymn Oh, thou great Power! in whom I move, For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of love, Whilst on this couch of tears I lie; And cleanse my sordid soul within, By thy Christ's blood, the bath of sin. No hallow'd oyls, no grains I need, No rays of saints, no purging fire; One rosie drop from David's seed Was worlds of seas to quench thine ire: O precious ransome! which once paid, That Consummatum est was said. And said by Him that said no more, But seal'd it with his sacred breath: Thou, then, that has dispong'd my score, And dying wast the death of Death, Be to me now, on thee I call, My life, my strength, my joy, my all! Sir Henry Wotton
| Medios de comunicación | Libros Paperback Book (Libro con tapa blanda y lomo encolado) |
| Publicado | 8 de octubre de 2011 |
| ISBN13 | 9781781070574 |
| Editores | Old Book Publishing Ltd |
| Páginas | 376 |
| Dimensiones | 127 × 203 × 21 mm · 408 g |
| Lengua | Inglés |
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