All glory to God in the sky

Love divine, all loves excelling

Messiah, prince of peace

Rejoice! The Lord is king

The great archangel's trump

Ye servants of God

All glory to God in the sky

LMD (amphibrachic)

Green Fields

 

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.

 

Love divine, all loves excelling

87.87 D

Hyfrydol · Beecher

Love divine, all loves excelling,

Joy of heaven to earth come down;

Fix in us thy humble dwelling;

All thy faithful mercies crown!

Jesus, Thou art all compassion,

Pure unbounded love Thou art;

Visit us with Thy salvation;

Enter every trembling heart.

 

Breathe, O breathe Thy loving Spirit,

Into every troubled breast!

Let us all in Thee inherit;

Let us find that second rest.

Take away our bent to sinning;

Alpha and Omega be;

End of faith, as its Beginning,

Set our hearts at liberty.

 

Come, Almighty to deliver,

Let us all Thy life receive;

Suddenly return and never,

Never more Thy temples leave.

Thee we would be always blessing,

Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,

Pray and praise Thee without ceasing,

Glory in Thy perfect love.

 

Finish, then, Thy new creation;

Pure and spotless let us be.

Let us see Thy great salvation

Perfectly restored in Thee;

Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place,

Till we cast our crowns before Thee,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

 

Messiah, Prince of peace!

SMD

Diademata

Messiah, Prince of peace!

Where men each other tear,

Where war is learned, they must confess,

Thy kingdom is not there.

Who, prompted by Thy foe,

Delight in human blood,

Apollyon is their king, we know,

And Satan is their god.

 

But shall he still devour

The souls redeemed by Thee?

Jesus, stir up Thy glorious power

And end the apostasy!

Come, Savior, from above,

O'er all our hearts to reign;

And plant the kingdom of Thy love

In every heart of man.

 

Then shall we exercise

The hellish art no more,

While Thou our long-lost paradise

Dost with Thyself restore.

Fightings and wars shall cease,

And, in Thy Spirit giv'n,

Pure joy and everlasting peace

Shall turn our earth to Heav'n.

 

Rejoice, the Lord is King!

66.66 with Refrain

Darwall's 148th · Gopsal

 

Rejoice, the Lord is King!

Your Lord and King adore;

Mortals give thanks and sing,

and triumph evermore;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

 

Jesus, the Savior, reigns,

the God of truth and love;

When He had purged our stains

He took His seat above;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

 

His kingdom cannot fail,

He rules o'er earth and Heav'n,

The keys of death and hell

are to our Jesus giv'n;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

 

He sits at God's right hand

till all His foes submit,

And bow to His command,

and fall beneath His feet:

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

 

He all His foes shall quell,

shall all our sins destroy,

And every bosom swell

with pure seraphic joy;

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,

Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

 

Rejoice in glorious hope!

Jesus the Judge shall come,

And take His servants up

to their eternal home.

We soon shall hear th'archangel's voice;

The trump of God shall sound, rejoice!

 

The great archangel's trump shall sound,

LM

Bourbon · Deo gracias · When Jesus wept

The great archangel's trump shall sound,

While twice ten thousand thunders roar

Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,

And make the greedy sea restore.

 

The greedy sea shall yield her dead,

The earth no more her slain conceal;

Sinners shall lift their guilty head,

And shrink to see a yawning hell.

 

But we, who now our Lord confess,

And faithful to the end endure,

Shall stand in Jesus' righteousness,

Stand, as the Rock of ages, sure.

 

We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,

And mountains are on mountains hurled,

Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,

And smile to see a burning world.

 

The earth, and all the works therein,

Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed,

While we survey the awful scene,

And mount above the fiery void.

 

By faith we now transcend the skies,

And on that ruined world look down;

By love above all height we rise,

And share the everlasting throne.

 

Ye servants of God

55.55.65.65

Paderborn · Lyons · Hanover

Ye servants of God,

your Master proclaim,

And publish abroad

His wonderful Name;

The Name all victorious

of Jesus extol,

His kingdom is glorious

and rules over all.

 

The waves of the sea

have lift up their voice,

Sore troubled that we

in Jesus rejoice;

The floods they are roaring,

but Jesus is here;

While we are adoring,

He always is near.

 

When devils engage,

the billows arise,

And horribly rage,

and threaten the skies:

Their fury shall never

our steadfastness shock,

The weakest believer

is built on a rock.

 

God ruleth on high,

almighty to save,

And still He is nigh,

His presence we have;

The great congregation

His triumph shall sing,

Ascribing salvation

to Jesus, our King.

 

‘Salvation to God,

who sits on the throne!'

Let all cry aloud

and honor the Son;

The praises of Jesus

the angels proclaim,

Fall down on their faces

and worship the Lamb.

 

Then let us adore

and give Him His right,

All glory and power,

all wisdom and might;

All honor and blessing

with angels above,

And thanks never ceasing

and infinite love.

 

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