Publications of the Catholic Truth Society, Volume 9, Part 1

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Catholic Truth Society, 1899
 

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Page 15 - Parliament, that the King our Sovereign Lord, his heirs and successors, kings of this realm, shall be taken, accepted, and reputed the only supreme head on earth of the Church of England...
Page 22 - And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent. I have glorified thee on the earth : I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do. And now, O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self, with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.
Page 26 - The disciple is not above his master, nor the servant above his lord. It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord.
Page 5 - In his master's steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing, Ye, who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing.
Page 13 - He neither shall be born in housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, but in an ox's stall. 'He neither shall be clothed in purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen, as were babies all. 'He neither shall be rocked in silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle, that rocks on the mould. 'He neither shall be christened in white wine nor red, But with fair spring water, with which we were christened.
Page 6 - Welsh neighbor over the way Crept slowly out in the sun of spring, Pushed from her ears the locks of gray, And listened to hear the robin sing. Her grandson, playing at marbles, stopped, And, cruel in sport as boys will be, Tossed a stone at the bird, who hopped From bough to bough in the apple-tree.
Page 7 - Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber.
Page 4 - Hither, page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, Underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes
Page 4 - Good King Wenceslas looked out, On the feast of Stephen. When the snow lay 'round about, Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gath'ring winter fuel. "Hither, page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he, Where and what his dwelling?
Page 4 - Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, Bring me pine logs hither. Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither.

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