Herr Jesu Christ

Some articles on herr, herr jesu christ, jesu, jesus:

Sebastian Knüpfer - Sacred Works
... Ach Herr, lass deine lieben Engelein, SSATB, 2 vn, 2 violettas, bn, 2 clarinos, tamburi, 2 fl, bc Ach Herr, strafe mich nicht (Ps 6), SSATB, 2 vn, 2 violettas, bn, 2 clarinos, 2 fl, tamburi, bc Ach mein. 2 va, 2 cornetts, 3 trombones, viole, bc Der Herr ist König, SSAATTBB, 2 vln, 5 va, 7 trombones, bc Der Herr ist mein Hirt, B, violine, 3 violas, bc Der Herr ...
Orgelbüchlein - Title Page
... Heiland Advent 2 ... Gott, durch dein Güte or Gottes Sohn ist kommen Advent 2-3 3 ... Herr Christ, der ein'ge Gottessohn or Herr Gott, nun sei gepreiset Advent 4 601. 30 ... Allein nach dir, Herr, allein nach dir, Herr Jesu Christ, verlanget mich Passiontide 34-35 31 O wir armen Sünder Passiontide 32 ... Herzliebster Jesu, was hast du verbrochen Passiontide 33 ... Nun gibt mein ... John the Baptist 56 ... Meine Seele erhebt den Herren Visitation 57 ... Herr Gott, dich loben alle wir St ...
Compositions By Johann Sebastian Bach - Works For Organ - Miscellaneous Chorale Preludes (714–764)
... BWV 714 – Ach Gott und Herr (also in the Neumeister Collection) BWV 715 – Allein Gott in der Höh sei Ehr BWV 716 – Fuga super Allein Gott in der Höh sei Ehr ...
Chorale Fantasia - Selected Examples - North German Tradition
... Heinrich Scheidemann – Allein zu dir, Herr Jesu Christ Heinrich Scheidemann – Ein feste Burg Heinrich Scheidemann – In dich hab ich gehoffet, Herr (I) Heinrich Scheidemann – Jesus Christus ...

Famous quotes containing the words christ, herr and/or jesu:

    O singers, resinous and soft your songs
    Above the sacred whisper of the pines,
    Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,
    Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.
    Jean Toomer (1894–1967)

    You do not quite get what I mean. Herr Frankenstein was interested only in human life. First to destroy it, then recreate it. There you have his mad dream.
    Garrett Fort (1900–1945)

    Jesu Crist us sende
    Housbondes meke, yonge, and fresshe abedde,
    And grace t’overbyde hem that we wedde.
    And eek I preye Jesu shorte hir lyves
    That wol nat be governed by hir wyves;
    And olde and angry nigardes of dispence,
    God sende hem sone verray pestilence.
    Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?–1400)