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1. O God the Son eternal, thy dread might | 1. O God the Son eternal, thy dread might | ||
Sent forth Saint Michael and the hosts of heaven, | Sent forth Saint Michael and the hosts of heaven, | ||
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Who art, and art to be; | Who art, and art to be; | ||
And, endless as thy mercies, sound thy praise. | And, endless as thy mercies, sound thy praise. | ||
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- CPDL #20695: [
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-26). Score information: A4, 1 page, 21 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: O God, the Son eternal
Composer: Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Tune: St Michael New
Lyricist: Reginald Heber
Lyricist: John Keble
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 10 10. 66. 10
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard
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Original text and translations
English text
1. O God the Son eternal, thy dread might
Sent forth Saint Michael and the hosts of heaven,
And from the realms of light,
Cast down in burning fight
Satan's rebellious hosts, to darkness given.
2. Thine angels, Lord, we bless with thankful lays,
Dwelling with thee above yon depths of sky;
Who, 'mid thy glory's blaze,
Heaven's ceaseless anthems raise,
And gird thy throne in faithful ministry.
3. We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing
Hath left for us so oft their mansion high,
The mercies of their King
To mortal saints to bring,
Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy.
4. But thee, the first and last, we glorify,
Who, when thy world was sunk in death and sin,
Not with thine hierarchy,
The armies of the sky,
But didst with thine own arm the battle win.
5. Therefore with angels and archangels we
To thy dear love our thankful chorus raise,
And tune our songs to thee,
Who art, and art to be;
And, endless as thy mercies, sound thy praise.