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<b>Title:</b> <i>Rustington</i><br> | <b>Title:</b> <i>Rustington</i> <br> | ||
<b>Composer:</b> [[Charles Hubert Hastings Parry]] | <b>Composer:</b> [[Charles Hubert Hastings Parry]] | ||
<b>Number of voices:</b> 4vv <b>Voicing:</b> SATB<br> | <b>Number of voices:</b> 4vv <b>Voicing:</b> SATB <br> | ||
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Sacred music|Sacred]], [[:Category:Hymns|Hymns]] <br> | '''Genre:''' [[:Category:Sacred music|Sacred]], [[:Category:Hymns|Hymns]] <br> | ||
<b>Language:</b> [[English]] | <b>Language:</b> [[English]] <br> | ||
<b>Instruments: </b>piano/organ<br> | <b>Instruments: </b>piano/organ <br> | ||
<b>Published: </b> 1897 <br> | <b>Published: </b> 1897 <br> | ||
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:Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory. | :Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory. | ||
:He Who on the cross did suffer, He Who from the grave arose, | :He Who on the cross did suffer, He Who from the grave arose, | ||
He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled His foes. | :He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled His foes. | ||
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<b>Lyrics: Christopher Wordsworth, the Holy Year, 1862 </b> | <b>Lyrics: Christopher Wordsworth, the Holy Year, 1862 </b> | ||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] |
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General Information
Title: Rustington
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymns
Language: English
Instruments: piano/organ
Published: 1897
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Original text and translations
English text
- 1.
- See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph; see the King in royal state,
- Riding on the clouds, His chariot, to His heavenly palace gate.
- Hark! the choirs of angel voices joyful alleluias sing,
- And the portals high are lifted to receive their heavenly King.
- 2.
- Who is this that comes in glory, with the trump of jubilee?
- Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory.
- He Who on the cross did suffer, He Who from the grave arose,
- He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled His foes.
- 3.
- While He lifts His hands in blessing, He is parted from His friends
- While their eager eyes behold Him, He upon the clouds ascends;
- He Who walked with God and pleased Him, preaching truth and doom to come,
- He, our Enoch, is translated to His everlasting home.
- 4.
- Now our heavenly Aaron enters, with His blood, within the veil;
- Joshua now is come to Canaan, and the kings before Him quail;
- Now He plants the tribes of Israel in their promised resting place;
- Now our great Elijah offers double portion of His grace.
- 5.
- He has raised our human nature in the clouds to God’s right hand;
- There we sit in heavenly places, there with Him in glory stand:
- Jesus reigns, adored by angels; man with God is on the throne;
- Mighty Lord, in Thine ascension we by faith behold our own.
- 6.
- Holy Ghost, llluminator, shed Thy beams upon our eyes,
- Help us to look up with Stephen, and to see beyond the skies,
- Where the Son of Man in glory standing is at God’s right hand,
- Beckoning on His martyr army, succoring His faithful band.
- 7.
- See Him, who is gone before us, heavenly mansions to prepare,
- See Him, who is ever pleading for us with prevailing prayer,
- See Him, who with sound of trumpet, and with His angelic train,
- Summoning the world to judgment, on the clouds will come again.
- 8.
- Raise us up from earth to Heaven, give us wings of faith and love,
- Gales of holy aspirations wafting us to realms above;
- That, with hearts and minds uplifted, we with Christ our Lord may dwell,
- Where He sits enthroned in glory in His heavenly citadel.
- 9.
- So at last, when He appeareth, we from out our graves may spring,
- With our youth renewed like eagles, flocking round our heavenly King.
- Caught up on the clouds of Heaven, and may meet Him in the air,
- Rise to realms where He is reigning, and may reign for ever there.
- 10.
- Glory be to God the Father, glory be to God the Son,
- Dying, risen, ascending for us, who the heavenly realm has won;
- Glory to the Holy Spirit, to one God in persons Three;
- Glory both in earth and Heaven, glory, endless glory, be.
Lyrics: Christopher Wordsworth, the Holy Year, 1862