As with Gladness, Men of Old (Traditional)

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Title: As with Gladness, Men of Old
Composer: Traditional

Number of voices: 4vv  Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carols
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella.
Published: Music: William C. Dix, - Kon­rad Koch­er, Stim­men aus dem Reiche Gott­es, 1838.


Description: First pub­lished by Dix in his Hymns of Love and Joy.


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Cyber Hymnal entry for As with Gladness, Men of Old:

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/a/s/aswithgl.htm

Original text and translations

Image:English.png English text


1.
As with gladness, men of old
Did the guiding star behold
As with joy they hailed its light
Leading onward, beaming bright
So, most glorious Lord, may we
Evermore be led to Thee.
2.
As with joyful steps they sped
To that lowly manger bed
There to bend the knee before
Him Whom Heaven and earth adore;
So may we with willing feet
Ever seek Thy mercy seat.
3.
As they offered gifts most rare
At that manger rude and bare;
So may we with holy joy,
Pure and free from sin’s alloy,
All our costliest treasures bring,
Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King.
4.
Holy Jesus, every day
Keep us in the narrow way;
And, when earthly things are past,
Bring our ransomed souls at last
Where they need no star to guide,
Where no clouds Thy glory hide.
5.
In the heavenly country bright,
Need they no created light;
Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown,
Thou its Sun which goes not down;
There forever may we sing
Alleluias to our King!
Lyrics: Will­iam C. Dix, 1860.
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