A Poor Brother's Hymnal
Friday, November 23, 2007
  Angelus Ad Virginem
Latin lyrics Middle English translation

Angelus ad virginem
Subintrans in conclave.
Virginis formidinum
Demulcens inquit "Ave."
Ave regina virginum,
Coeliteraeque dominum
Concipies
Et paries
Intacta,
Salutem hominum.
Tu porta coeli facta
Medella criminum.

Quomodo conciperem,
quae virum non cognovi?
Qualiter infringerem,
quae firma mente vovi?
'Spiritus sancti gratia
Perficiet haec omnia;
Ne timaes,
sed gaudeas,
secura,
quod castimonia
Manebit in te pura
Dei potentia.'

Ad haec virgo nobilis
Respondens inquit ei;
Ancilla sum humilis
Omnipotentis Dei.
Tibi coelesti nuntio,
Tanta secreti conscio,
Consentiens
Et cupiens
Videre
factum quod audio,
Parata sum parere
Dei consilio.

Angelus disparuit
Etstatim puellaris
Uterus intumuit
Vi partus salutaris.
Qui, circumdatus utero
Novem mensium numero,
Hinc Exiit
Et iniit
Conflictum,
Affigens humero
Crucem, qua dedit ictum
Hosti mortifero.

Eia Mater Domini,
Quae pacem reddidisti
Angelis et homini,
Cum Christum genuisti;
Tuem exora filium
Ut se nobis propitium
Exhibeat,
Et deleat
Peccata;
Praestans auxilium
Vita frui beta
Post hoc exsilium.

Gabriel, from Heaven-King
Sent to the Maide sweete,
Brout hir blisful tidings
And fiar he gan he greete:
'Heil be thu, gull of grace aright!
For Godes Son, this Heven-Light
For mannes love
Will man bicome
And take Fles of thee,
Maide Bright,
Manken free for to make
Of sen and devles might.

Mildelich him gan andswere
The milde Maid thanne:
'Wichewise sold ich bere
A child withute manne?'
Th'angel hir seid: 'Ne dred tee nout;
Thurw th'Oligast sal bewen iwrout
This ilche thing
Warof tiding
Ich bringe;
Al manken wurth ibout
Thurw thing sweet childinge
And Ut of pine ibrout.'

Wan the Maiden understood
And th'angels wordes herde,
Mildelich, with milde mood,
To th'angel hie andswerde:"'
'Ure Lords thewe maid iwis
Ich am, that heer aboven is;
Anentis me
Fulfurthed be
Thi sawe
That ich, sith his wil is,
A maid, withute lawe,
Of moder have the blis.'

Th'angel went awei mid than
Al ut of hire sighte;
Hire womb arise gan
Thurw th'Oligastes mighte.
In hir wes Crist bilok anon,
Sooth God, sooth man in fles and bon,
And of hir fles
Ibore wes
At time,
Warthurw us kam good won;
He bout us ut of pine,
And let him for us slon.

Maiden-Moder makeles,
Of milce ful ibunde,
Bid for us him that tee ches,
At wam thu grace funde,
That he forgive us sen and wrake,
And clene of evri gelt us make,
And heven-blis,
Wan ur time is
To sterve,
Us give, for thine sake,
Him so here for to sere
That heus to him take.|




Basque lyrics Literal English translation

The angel Gabriel from heaven came
His wings as drifted snow his eyes as flame
"All hail" said he "thou lowly maiden Mary,
Most highly favored lady," Gloria!

"For know a blessed mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honor thee,
Thy Son shall be Emanuel, by seers foretold
Most highly favored lady," Gloria!


Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head
"To me be as it pleaseth God," she said,
"My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name."
Most highly favored lady. Gloria!

Of her, Emanuel, the Christ was born
In Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn
And Christian folk throughout the world will ever say:
"Most highly favored lady," Gloria!

The Angel Gabriel from God was sent to Galilee,
Unto a Virgin fair and free, whose name was called Mary.
And when the Angel thither came, he fell down on his knee,
And looking up in the Virgin's face, he said, "All hail, Mary."

Mary anon looked him upon, and said, "Sir, what are ye?
I marvel much at these tidings which thou has brought to me.
Married I am unto an old man, as the lot fell unto me;
Therefore, I pray depart away, for I stand in doubt of thee."

"Mary," he said, "be not afraid, but do believe in me:
The power of the Holy Ghost shall overshadow thee;
Thou shalt conceive without any grief, as the Lord told unto me;
God's own dear Son from Heaven shall come, and shall be born of thee.

This came to pass as God's will was, even as the Angel told.
About midnight an Angel bright came to the Shepherds' fold,
And told them then both where and when born was the child our Lord,
And all along this was their song, "All Glory be given to God."



Gerald Manley Hopkins lyrics Another version

Gabriel, from heaven's king
Sent to the maiden sweet,
Brought to her blissful tiding
And fair 'gan her to greet.
'Hail be thou, full of grace aright!
For so God's Son, the heaven's light,
Loves man, that He | a man will be | and take
Flesh of thee, maiden bright,
Mankind free for to make
Of sin and devil's might.'

Gently to him gave answer
The gentle maiden then:
'And in what wise should I bear
Child, that know not man?'
The angel said: 'O dread thee nought.
'Tis through the Holy Ghost that wrought
Shall be this thing | whereof tidings | I bring:
Lost mankind shall be bought
By thy sweet childbearing,
And back from sorrow brought.'

When the maiden understood
And the angel's words had heard,
Mildly, of her own mild mood,
The angel she answered:
'Our Lord His handmaiden, I wis,
I am, that here above us is:
And touching me |fulfilled be | thy saw;
That I, since His will is,
Be, out of nature's law
A maid with mother's bliss.'

The angel went away thereon
And parted from her sight
And straightway she conceived a Son
Through th' Holy Ghost His might.
In her was Christ contained anon,
True God, true man, in flesh and bone;
Born of her too | When time was due; | who then
Redeemed us for His own,
And bought us out of pain,
And died for us t'atone.

Filled full of charity,
Thou matchless maiden-mother,
Pray for us to him that He
For thy love above other,
Away our sin and guilt should take,
And clean of every stain us make
And heaven's bliss, | when our time is | to die,
Would give us for thy sake;
With grace to serve him by
Till He us to him take. Amen.

Gabriel to Mary came,1
And entered at her dwelling,
With his salutation glad,
Her maiden fears dispelling
'All hail, thou queen of virgins bright!2
God, Lord of earth and heaven's height,3
Thy very Son
Shall soon be born
in pureness,
The Saviour of mankind.
Thou art the gate of heaven bright,
The sinners' healer kind.'

'How could I a mother be
That am to man a stranger?
How should I my strong resolve,
My solemn vows endanger?'
'Pow'r from the Holy Ghost on high4
Shall bring to pass this mystery.
Then have no fear:
Be of good cheer,
Believing
That still thy chastity
In God's Almighty keeping
Shall all unsullied be.'

Then to him the maid replied,
With noble mien supernatural
'Lo! the humble handmaid I5
Of God the Lord eternal
With thee, bright messenger of heav'n,
By whom this wondrous news is giv'n,
I well agree
And long to see
Fulfilled
Thy gracious prophecy.
As God my Lord doth will it,
So be it unto me!"

Hail! thou Mother of the Lord,
Who bring'st of gifts the rarest,6
Peace to angels and to men
When Christ the Lord thou barest!
Do thou, we pray, entreat thy Son
For us our long'd redemption
Himself to win
And from our sin
Release us;
His succor for to give7
That, when we hence are taken
We too in heav'n may live.


Sub intrans in conclave,
Virginis formidinem
Demulcens, inquit: Ave!
Ave regina virginum;
Caeli terraeque Dominum
Concipies
Et paries intacta
Salutem hominum;
Tu porta caeli facta,
Medela criminum.

When the angel came secretly
to the Virgin in her room,
soothing the maiden's fear,
he said: "Hail!
Hail, Queen of virgins.
While yet untouched by man
you shall conceive and bear
the Lord of heaven and earth,
salvation for mankind.
You have become the gate of heaven,
a remedy for sins."

Quomodo conciperem
Quae virum non cognovi?
Qualiter infringerem
Quod firma mente vovi?
Spiritus Sancti gratia
Perficiet haec omnia;
Ne timeas,
Sed gaudeas, secura
Quod castimonia
Manebit in te pura
Dei potentia.

"How can I conceive,
since I have not known a man?
How can I break the vow
I made with firm intent?"
"The grace of the Holy Spirit
shall bring all this to pass.
Fear not,
but rejoice, secure in the
knowledge that pure chastity
shall remain yours
through God's mighty power."

Ad haec virgo nobilis
Respondens inquit ei:
Ancilla sum humilis
Omnipotentis Dei.
Tibi caelesti nuntio,
Tanti secreti conscio,
Consentiens,
Et cupiens videre
Factum quod audio;
Parata sum parere,
Dei consilio.

To this the noble Virgin
replied, saying:
"I am the lowly handmaiden
of Almighty God.
I bend my will to you,
O celestial messenger,
who share so great a mystery,
and I long to see performed
what I now hear.
I am ready to yield myself
to God's design."

Eia mater Domini,
Quae pacem redidisti
Angelis et homini,
Cum Christum genuisti:
Tuum exora filium
ut se nobis propitium
Exhibeat,
Et deleat peccata:
Praestans auxilium
Vita frui beata
Post hoc exsilium

Ah, mother of the Lord,
who gave back peace
to angels and mankind
when you bore Christ,
pray your son
to be gracious to us,
and wipe away
our sins,
granting us aid
to enjoy a blessed life
after this exile


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  All Glory to God in the Sky
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” Luke 2:14

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for the Na­tiv­i­ty of Our Lord (Lon­don: Will­iam Stra­han, 1745), num­ber 18.

Music: Green Fields, ar­ranged by Lew­is Ed­son in The Chor­ist­er’s Com­pan­ion (New Ha­ven, Con­nec­ti­cut: 1782), from Can­ta­ta 212 (“The Pea­sant Can­ta­ta”), Mer hahn en neue Ober­keet, by Jo­hann S. Bach (MI­DI, score).


Johann S. Bach (1685-1750)

All glory to God in the sky,
And peace upon earth be restored!
O Jesus, exalted on high,
Appear our omnipotent Lord:
Who meanly in Bethlehem born,
Didst stoop to redeem a lost race,
Once more to Thy creature return,
And reign in Thy kingdom of grace.

When Thou in our flesh didst appear,
All nature acknowledged Thy birth;
Arose the acceptable year,
And Heaven was opened on earth.
Receiving its Lord from above,
The world was united to bless
The Giver of concord and love,
The Prince and the Author of peace.

O wouldst Thou again be made known,
Again in Thy Spirit descend,
And set up in each of Thine own
A kingdom that never shall end!
Thou only art able to bless,
And make the glad nations obey,
And bid the dire enmity cease,
And bow the whole world to Thy sway.

Come then to Thy servants again,
Who long Thy appearing to know,
Thy quiet and peaceable reign,
In mercy establish below:
All sorrow before Thee shall fly,
And anger and hatred be o’er,
And envy and malice shall die,
And discord afflict us no more.

No horrid alarm of war
Shall break our eternal repose;
No sound of the trumpet is there,
Where Jesus’ Spirit o’erflows:
Appeased by the charms of Thy grace
We all shall in amity join,
And kindly each other embrace,
And love with a passion like Thine.


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  O Mercy Divine
“[He] made Himself of no reputation, and took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men.” Philippians 2:7

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for the Na­ti­vi­ty of Our Lord (Lon­don: Will­iam Stra­han, 1745), num­ber 16, alt.

Music: Cra­dle Song, Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick, in his 1895 pamph­let “Around the World with Christ­mas” (MI­DI, score).


O mercy divine, O couldst Thou incline,
My God, to become such as infant as mine?
What wonder of grace: The Ancient of Days
Is found in the likeness of Adam’s frail race!

He comes from on high, who fashioned the sky,
And meekly vouchsafes in a manger to lie;
Our God ever blest, with oxen doth rest,
Is nursed by His creature and hangs at the breast.

So heavenly-mild, His innocence smiled,
No wonder the mother would worship the Child,
The angels she knew had worshipped Him, too,
And still they confess adoration His due.

On Jesus’ face, with eager amaze,
And pleasure ecstatic the cherubim gaze;
Their newly born King, transported they sing,
And Heaven and earth with the triumph doth ring.

The shepherds behold Him, the promised of old,
By angels attended, by prophets foretold;
The wise men adore now, and bring Him their store,
The rich are permitted to follow the poor.

To the inn they repair, to see the young Heir;
The inn is a palace, for Jesus is there!
Who now would be great, and not rather wait
On Jesus their Lord in His humble estate?

Like Him would I be, my Master I see
In a stable; a manger shall satisfy me;
And here will I lie, till raised up on high,
With Him on the cross I recover the sky.

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  All-wise, all-good, almighty Lord
All-wise, all-good, almighty Lord,
Jesus, by highest heaven adored,
E'er time its course began,
How did thy glorious mercy stoop
To take the fallen nature up,
When thou thyself wert man?

Th' Eternal God from heaven came down,
The King of glory dropped his crown,
And veiled his majesty,
Emptied of all but love he came;
Jesus, I call thee by the name
Thy pity bore for me.

O holy child, still let thy birth
Bring peace to us poor worms of earth,
And praise to God on high!
Come, thou who didst my flesh assume,
Now to the abject sinner come,
And in a manger lie.

Didst thou not in thy person join
The natures human and divine,
That God and man might be
Henceforth inseparably one?
Haste then, and make thy nature known
Incarnated in me.

In my weak sinful flesh appear,
O God, be manifested here,
Peace, righteousness, and joy,
Thy kingdom, Lord, set up within
My faithful heart, and all my sin,
The devil's work destroy.

I long thy coming to confess
The mystic power of godliness,
The life divine to prove,
The fullness of thy life to know,
Redeemed from all my sins below,
And perfected in love.

O Christ, my hope, make known in me
The great, the glorious mystery,
The hidden life impart:
Come, thou desire of nations, come,
Formed in a spotless virgin's womb,
A pure believing heart.

Come quickly, dearest Lord, that I
May own, though antichrist deny,
Thy incarnation's power,
May cry, a witness to my Lord,
"Come in my flesh is Christ, the Word,
And I can sin no more!"

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  O astonishing grace
Chords (Away with Our Fears):

O astonishing grace,
That the reprobate race
Should be so reconciled!
What a wonder that God is a child!

The Creator of all,
To repair our sad fall,
From his heaven stoops down,
And our nature, He joins to His own.

Immanuel came,
The world to redeem,
Incarnated showed
We may be united to God!

And shall we not hope,
After God to wake up,
His nature to know?
In sinless perfection below.

To this heavenly prize,
By faith let us rise
To his image ascend,
Apprehended, let us God apprehend.

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  Let Angels and Archangels Sing
“There was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.’” Luke 2:13-14

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for the Na­ti­vi­ty of Our Lord (Lon­don: Will­iam Stra­han, 1745), num­ber 13.

Music: Glad­den, Tho­ro Har­ris (MI­DI, score).


Let angels and archangels sing
The wonderful Immanuel’s Name,
Adore with us our new-born King,
And still the joyful news proclaim;
All earth and Heav’n be ever joined
To praise the Savior of mankind.

The everlasting God comes down
To sojourn with the sons of men;
Without His majesty or crown,
The great Invisible is seen;
Of all His dazzling glories shorn
The everlasting God is born!

Angels, behold that Infant’s face,
With rapturous awe the Godhead own;
’Tis all your heav’n on Him to gaze,
And cast your crowns before His throne;
Though now He on His footstool lies,
Ye know He built both earth and skies.

By Him into existence brought,
Ye sang the all-creating Word;
Ye heard Him call our world from naught;
Again, in honor of your Lord,
Ye morning-stars your hymns employ,
And shout, ye sons of God, for joy.

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  Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus
“‘The Desired of all nations will come, and I will fill this house with glory,’ says the Lord Almighty.” Haggai 2:7

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for the Na­tiv­i­ty of Our Lord (Lon­don: Will­iam Stra­han, 1745), num­ber 10.

Music: Hy­fry­dol, Row­land H. Pri­chard, 1830 (MI­DI, score). Al­ter­nate tunes:

  • Cross of Je­sus, John Stain­er, 1887 (MI­DI, score)
  • Hal­ton Hol­gate, Wil­liam Boyce, cir­ca 1765 (MI­DI, score)
  • St. Hilary, anonymous (MI­DI, score)
  • Stuttgart, Christ­ian F. Witt, 1715; adapt­ed by Hen­ry J. Gaunt­lett (1805-1876) (MI­DI, score)
  • Wilson, ar­ranged from Fe­lix Men­dels­sohn in The Meth­od­ist Hymn­al (New York: The Meth­od­ist Book Con­cern, 1905), num­ber 116 (MI­DI, score)

Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.

Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

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  Father, Our Hearts We Lift
“Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable gift.” 2 Corinthians 9:15

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns for the Na­ti­vi­ty of Our Lord (Lon­don: Will­iam Stra­han, 1745), num­ber 9.

Music: Be­a­loth, Low­ell Ma­son, Sac­red Harp, 1843 (MI­DI, score).


Father, our hearts we lift,
Up to Thy gracious throne,
And bless Thee for the gift,
Of Thine incarnate Son;
The gift unspeakable,
We thankfully receive,
And we Thy goodness tell,
And to Thy glory live.

Jesus the holy Child,
Doth by His birth declare,
That we are reconciled,
And one in Him we are;
Salvation through His Name
To all mankind is giv’n,
And infant cries proclaim
A peace ’twixt earth and Heav’n.

A peace on earth He brings,
Which never more shall end;
The Lord, the King of kings,
Declares Himself our Friend;
Assumes our flesh and blood,
His Spirit we might gain;
Eternal Son of God,
And mortal Son of Man.

His kingdom from above,
He doth to us impart,
Benevolence and love,
O’erflow the faithful heart;
Changèd in a moment we
The sweet attraction find,
The arms of charity
Embracing all mankind.

O might they all receive,
The new-born Prince of Peace,
And in His Spirit live,
And in His love increase!
Till He convey us home,
Cry every soul aloud,
“Desire of nations, come,
And take us up to God.”

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  All glory to God, and peace upon earth
All glory to God, and peace upon earth,
Be published abroad at Jesus's birth;
The forfeited favour of heaven we find
Restored in the Saviour and friend of mankind.

Then let us behold Messiah the Lord,
By prophets foretold, by angels adored,
Our God's incarnation with angels proclaim,
And publish salvation in Jesus's name.

Our newly-born King by faith we have seen,
And joyfully sing his goodness to men,
That all men may wonder at what we impart,
And thankfully ponder his love in their heart.

What moved the Most High so greatly to stoop,
He comes from the sky our souls to lift up;
That sinners forgiven, might sinless return
To God and to heaven; their Maker is born.

Immanuel's love let sinners confess,
Who comes from above, to bring us his peace;
Let every believer his mercy adore,
And praise him for ever, when time is no more.

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  Join all ye joyful nations
Join all ye joyful nations,
Th' acclaiming hosts of heaven!
This happy morn
A child is born,
For us a son is given.

The messenger and token
Of God's eternal favour,
God hath sent down
To us his Son,
An universal Saviour!

The wonderful Messiah,
The joy of every nation,
Jesus his name,
With God the fame,
The Lord of all creation;

The Counsellor of sinners,
Almighty to deliver,
The Prince of Peace,
Whose love's increase,
Shall reign in man for ever.

Go see the King of glory,
Discern the heavenly stranger,
So poor and mean,
His court an inn,
His cradle is a manger:

Who from his Father's bosom,
But now for us descended,
Who built the skies,
On earth he lies,
With only beasts attended.

Whom all the angels worship,
Lies hid in human nature;
Incarnate see
The deity,
The infinite Creator!

Gaze on that helpless object
Of endless adoration!
Those infant hands
Shall burst our bands,
And work out our salvation;

Strangle the crooked serpent,
Destroy his works for ever,
And open set
The heavenly gate
To every true believer.

Till then, thou holy Jesus,
We humbly bow before thee,
Our treasures bring
To serve our king,
And joyfully adore thee:

To thee we gladly render
Whate'er thy grace hath given,
Till thou appear
In glory here,
And take us up to heaven.

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  Ye simple men of heart sincere
Ye simple men of heart sincere,
Shepherds who watch your flocks by night,
Start not to see an angel near,
Nor tremble at this glorious light.

An herald from the heavenly king,
I come, your every fear to chase;
Good tidings of great joy I bring,
Great joy to all the fallen race.

To you is born on this glad day,
A Savior by our host adored,
Our God in Bethlehem survey,
Make haste to worship Christ the Lord.

By this the Saviour of mankind,
Th' incarnate God shall be displayed,
The babe ye wrapped in swaths shall find,
And humbly in a manger laid.

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  Glory Be to God on High
“[He] took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men.” Philippians 2:7

Words: Charles Wes­ley, in Hymns for the Na­tiv­i­ty of Our Lord (Lon­don: Will­iam Stra­han, 1745), num­ber 4, alt.

Music: Ellacombe, Ge­sang­buch der Herz­ogl. Wirt­em­berg­isch­en Ka­thol­isch­en Hof­ka­pel­le (Würt­tem­berg, Ger­ma­ny: 1784); adapt­ed & har­mo­nized by Wil­liam H. Monk in the 1868 ap­pen­dix to Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, num­ber 366 (MI­DI, score).


True Cross (The first-man):

Em Am Em D Em x 2 / Am Em Am D Em / Em Am Em D Em

Glory be to God on high,
And peace on earth descend;
Now God comes down, He bows the sky,
And shows Himself our Friend!
God the invisible appears,
God the Blest, the Great I AM,
He sojourns in this vale of tears,
And Jesus is His Name.

Him by the angels all adored,
Their Maker and their King;
Lo, tidings of their humbled Lord
They now to mortals bring;

Emptied of His majesty,
Of His dazzling glories shorn,
Our being’s Source begins to be,
And God Himself is born!
See the eternal Son of God
A mortal Son of Man,
Now dwelling in an earthly clod
Whom Heaven cannot contain!

Stand amazed, ye heavens, look at this!
See the Lord of earth and skies
Low humbled to the dust He is,
And in a manger lies!
So do the sons of men rejoice
The Prince of Peace proclaim,
With Heaven’s host lift up our voice,
And shout Immanuel’s Name;

Our knees and hearts to Him we bow;
Of our flesh, and of our bone,
See—Jesus is our Brother now,
And God is all our own!

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  Hail the Day that Sees Him Rise
“After the Lord Jesus had spoken to them, He was taken up into heaven, and He sat at the right hand of God.” Mark 16:19

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1742.

Music: Llan­fair, Ro­bert Will­iams, 1817; har­mo­ny by John Ro­berts, 1837 (MI­DI, score). Al­ter­nate tune:

  • Ascension, Will­iam H. Monk, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1861 (MI­DI, score)

The main tune is ap­par­ent­ly named after Wil­liams’ home town of Llan­fair­pwll­gwyn­gyll­go­gerychwyrn­drob­wllllandt­ysil­iog­og­o­goch. In Eng­lish, the name means “church of St. Mary in the hollow of white ha­zel near the ra­pid whirl­pool of the Church of St. Tysil­lio by the red cave.”


Hail the day that sees Him rise, Alleluia!
To His throne above the skies, Alleluia!
Christ, awhile to mortals given, Alleluia!
Reascends His native heaven, Alleluia!

There the glorious triumph waits, Alleluia!
Lift your heads, eternal gates, Alleluia!
Christ hath conquered death and sin, Alleluia!
Take the King of glory in, Alleluia!

Circled round with angel powers, Alleluia!
Their triumphant Lord, and ours, Alleluia!
Conqueror over death and sin, Alleluia!
“Take the King of glory in! Alleluia!”

Him though highest Heav’n receives, Alleluia!
Still He loves the earth He leaves, Alleluia!
Though returning to His throne, Alleluia!
Still He calls mankind His own, Alleluia!

See! He lifts His hands above, Alleluia!
See! He shows the prints of love, Alleluia!
Hark! His gracious lips bestow, Alleluia!
Blessings on His church below, Alleluia!

Still for us His death He pleads, Alleluia!
Prevalent He intercedes, Alleluia!
Near Himself prepares our place, Alleluia!
Harbinger of human race, Alleluia!

Master, (will we ever say), Alleluia!
Taken from our head to day, Alleluia!
See Thy faithful servants, see, Alleluia!
Ever gazing up to Thee, Alleluia!

Grant, though parted from our sight, Alleluia!
Far above yon azure height, Alleluia!
Grant our hearts may thither rise, Alleluia!
Seeking Thee beyond the skies, Alleluia!

Ever upward let us move, Alleluia!
Wafted on the wings of love, Alleluia!
Looking when our Lord shall come, Alleluia!
Longing, gasping after home, Alleluia!

There we shall with Thee remain, Alleluia!
Partners of Thy endless reign, Alleluia!
There Thy face unclouded see, Alleluia!
Find our heaven of heavens in Thee, Alleluia!

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All my favorite hymns. Most of them are from before the Reformation.

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