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Psalm 24
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- Lift up your heads, O ye gates (John Amner) (vv. 7,8 & 10 in English, BCP)
- Earth, big with empires, to thy reign (Robert Broderip) (in English, James Merrick's metrical version)
- Attollite portas (William Byrd) (vv. 7,8,10 in Latin)
- Domini est terra (Philippe de Monte) (vv. 1-5 in Latin)
- Erect your heads, eternal gates (Richard Garbett) (vv. 7-10 in English metrical New Version)
- Lift up your heads (Orlando Gibbons) (vv. 7 & 10 in English, BCP)
- Machet die Tore weit (Andreas Hammerschmidt) (vv7- in German)
- Lift up your heads (Messiah) (George Frideric Handel) (vv.7-10 in English, BCP)
- S'u sh'arim (Louis Lewandowski) (vv. 7-10)
- Tollite portas (Giovanni Battista Martini) (in Latin, v. 7 only, SATB)
- William Mathias (vv. 7-10, BCP) (not available - under copyright)
- The earth is the Lord's (William H. Monk) (vv. 1-5, in English, BCP)
- Psalm 24 "alla Corelli" (Johan Helmich Roman) (vv. 1-5, in Swedish, SA + Bc)
- Quis ascendit in montem Domini? (Franz Xaver Witt) (vv. 3-4, in Latin, SATB)
Texts & translations
Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 23)
Latin text
1 Prima sabbati. Psalmus David. Domini est terra, et plenitudo ejus ; orbis terrarum, et universi qui habitant in eo.
2 Quia ipse super maria fundavit eum, et super flumina præparavit eum.
3 Quis ascendet in montem Domini ? aut quis stabit in loco sancto ejus ?
4 Innocens manibus et mundo corde, qui non accepit in vano animam suam, nec juravit in dolo proximo suo :
5 hic accipiet benedictionem a Domino, et misericordiam a Deo salutari suo.
6 Hæc est generatio quærentium eum, quærentium faciem Dei Jacob.
7 Attollite portas, principes, vestras, et elevamini, portæ æternales, et introibit rex gloriæ.
8 Quis est iste rex gloriæ ? Dominus fortis et potens, Dominus potens in prælio.
9 Attollite portas, principes, vestras, et elevamini, portæ æternales, et introibit rex gloriæ.
10 Quis est iste rex gloriæ ? Dominus virtutum ipse est rex gloriæ.
Church of England 1662 Book of Common Prayer
English text
1 The earth is the Lord's, and all that therein is : the compass of the world, and they that dwell therein.
2 For he hath founded it upon the seas : and prepared it upon the floods.
3 Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord : or who shall rise up in his holy place?
4 Even he that hath clean hands, and a pure heart : and that hath not lift up his mind unto vanity, nor sworn to deceive his neighbour.
5 He shall receive the blessing from the Lord : and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
6 This is the generation of them that seek him : even of them that seek thy face, O Jacob.
7 Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors : and the King of glory shall come in.
8 Who is the King of glory : it is the Lord strong and mighty, even the Lord mighty in battle.
9 Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors : and the King of glory shall come in.
10 Who is the King of glory : even the Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.
Metrical version by James Merrick
English text
Earth, big with empires, to thy reign
Submits, great God, its wide domain;
Whate'er this orb's vast bounds confine,
By just possession, Lord, is thine:
That orb amid the wat'ry waste
Thy hands, best Architect, have plac'd,
And bid th'unfathomable deep
Beneath its firm foundations sleep.
Lord, who shall to thy hill ascend?
Who suppliant at thine altars bend,
Then joyful find a sure abode,
And own the presence of his God?
Whose hands and heart from guilt are free,
Who ne'er to idols bow'd the knee,
Nor, studious of deceit, would try
By oaths to consecrate a lie.
On such th'Almighty from above
Shall heap the blessings of his love,
And, purg'd from sin's transmissive stain,
Admit them to his sacred fane.
Such only form the chosen choir,
Whose feet, with licens'd step, aspire
To visit Sion's blest abode;
Who seek the face of Jacob's God.
Lift, lift your heads, each hallow'd gate,
Aloft, with sudden spring, your weight,
Ye everlasting portals, rear;
Behold the King of glory near!
And who this King of glory? say,
That Lord who bears th'eternal sway,
Who, cloth'd with strength, to war descends,
And conquest on his sword attends.
Lift, lift your heads, each hallow'd gate,
Aloft, with sudden spring, your weight,
Ye everlasting portals, rear;
Behold the King of glory near!
And who this King of glory? say,
The God, whom Heav'n's high hosts obey:
In him that King of glory view,
And yield to him the homage due.
