Come, ye lofty (George J. Elvey)

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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-11-30).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 35 kbytes   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Based on the edition from the Cyber Hymnal™ - File Sizes: PDF: 35 KB, 2nd PDF: 25 KB, MIDI: 3 KB, NoteWorthy Composer: 2 KB, Sib4: 31 KB.

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Editor: Christopher R. Baker (submitted 2000-11-27).   Copyright: CC BY 1.0

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Title: Come, Ye Lofty
Composer: George J. Elvey
Tune: Gurney
Lyricist: Arch­er T. Gur­ney

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Sacred, Carols

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Christ­mas Car­ols New and Old, by Henry R. Bram­ley and John Stainer (Lond­on: No­vel­lo, Ew­er & Co., 1871), pp. 8-9.

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• Cyber Hymnal™ entry for Come, Ye Lofty

Original text and translations

English text

1.

Come, ye lofty, come, ye lowly,

Let your songs of gladness ring;

In a stable lies the Holy,

In a manger rests the King:

See in Mary’s arms reposing

Christ by highest Heav’n adored:

Come, your circle round Him closing,

Pious hearts that love the Lord.

2.

Come ye poor, no pomp of station

Robes the Child your hearts adore;

He, the Lord of all salvation,

Shares your want, is weak and poor:

Oxen, round about behold them;

Rafters naked, cold, and bare,

See the shepherds, God has told them

That the Prince of Life lies there.

3.

Come, ye children, blithe and merry,

This one Child your model make;

Christmas holly, leaf, and berry,

All be prized for His dear sake:

Come ye gentle hearts and tender,

Come ye spirits keen and bold;

All in all your homage render,

Weak and mighty, young and old.

4.

High above a star is shining,

And the wise men haste from far:

Come, glad hearts, and spirits pining—

For you all has ris’n the star.

Let us bring our poor oblations,

Thanks and love, and faith and praise;

Come, ye people, come, ye nations,

All in all draw nigh to gaze.

5.

Hark the Heav’n of heav’ns is ringing:

Christ the Lord to man is born!

Are not all our hearts, too, singing,

Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn?

Still the Child, all power possessing,

Smiles as through the ages past;

And the song of Christmas blessing

Sweetly sinks to rest at last.