Scripture Verse

God is the King of all the earth; sing to Him a psalm of praise. Psalm 47:7


François H. Barthélémon (1741–1808)

Words: Ro­bert Ro­bin­son, 1758. He wrote this hymn for Christ­mas, at the re­quest of a boy who be­longed to his church. A cen­to, be­gin­ning Lord of ev­ery land and na­tion, is al­so in com­mon use.

Music: Au­tumn Fran­çois H. Bar­thé­lé­mon, 1785 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Robert Robinson (1735–1790)


Mighty God, while angels bless Thee,
May a mortal sing Thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature’s theme.
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eter­nal days.
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and endless praise.

For the grandeur of Thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph’s thought;
For the wonders of creation,
Works with skill and kindness wrought.
For Thy providence, that governs,
Through Thine empire’s wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow,
Blessèd be Thy gentle reign.

But Thy rich, Thy free re­demp­tion,
Dark through darkness all along;
Thought is poor, and poor expression;
Who dare sing that wondrous song?
Brightness of the Fa­ther’s glo­ry,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence;
Sing the Lord who came to die.

From the highest throne of glo­ry
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives;
Flow my praise, for ever flow!
Go, return, immortal Sav­ior!
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne;
Thence return, and reign for ever,
Be the kingdom all Thine own.

The orig­in­al was di­vid­ed in­to 9 stan­zas, with this as num­ber 6:

Did archangels sing Thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me ungrateful
Should my tongue refuse to praise.