King of Glory, King of Peace (Charles H. Giffen)

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• (Posted 2021-04-03)  CPDL #63891:       

Editor: Charles H. Giffen (submitted 2021-04-03).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 105 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC SA

Edition notes: SATB with descant. The sound file plays the tune through once with a wind quartet (oboe, English horn, French horn, trombone) before the entire hymn is "performed" with descants, etc.

• (Posted 2021-04-03)  CPDL #63892:       

Editor: Charles H. Giffen (submitted 2021-04-03).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 110 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC SA

Edition notes: Choir score, with descant and voicing indications.

• (Posted 2021-04-03)  CPDL #63893:     

Editor: Charles H. Giffen (submitted 2021-04-03).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 48 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC SA

Edition notes: Single page, hymnal style score (no descant).

General Information

Title: King of Glory, King of Peace
Composer: Charles H. Giffen
Lyricist: George Herbert (1593-1633)
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
with Descant
Genre: Sacred, Hymn   Meter: 74. 74. D or 76. 76. D

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

Composed 2020
Description: All seven stanzas of George Herbert's text are set to the composer's tune Graf, adapted from 76. 76. D to 74. 74. D meter. The descant on stanzas 3-4 is just the alto part up an octave (altos sing the melody). A separate descant is provided for stanzas 5-7.

Original text and translations

English text

Praise (2) by George Herbert (1593–1633),
published posthumously in The Temple, 1633.

King of Glory, King of Peace,
   I will love Thee:
And that love may never cease,
   I will move Thee.

Thou hast granted my request,
   Thou hast heard me:
Thou didst note my working breast,
   Thou hast spared me.


Wherefore with my utmost art
   I will sing Thee,
And the cream of all my heart
   I will bring Thee.

Though my sins against me cried,
   Thou didst clear me;
And alone, when they replied,
   Thou didst hear me.


Sev'n whole days, not one in seven,
   I will praise Thee.
In my heart, though not in Heaven,
   I can raise Thee.

Thou grew'st soft and moist with tears,
   Thou relentedst:
And when Justice call'd for fears,
   Thou dissentedst.

Small it is, in this poor sort
   To enrol Thee:
E’en eternity’s too short
   To extol Thee.