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O King most high of earth and sky, | |||
On prostrate death thou treadest | |||
And with thy blood dost mark the road | |||
Whereby to heav’n thou leadest. | |||
Lord of our love, enthroned above, | |||
Beside the Almighty Father, | |||
Thou wilt not leave thy flock to grieve | |||
But to thyself wilt gather. | |||
O Christ, behold thine orphan’d fold, | |||
Which thou hast borne with anguish, | |||
Steep’d in the tide from thy rent side; | |||
O leave us not to languish. | |||
The glorious gain of all thy pain | |||
Henceforth thou dost inherit; | |||
Now comes the hour, then gently show’r | |||
On us thy promis’d Spirit. | |||
Jesu, to thee all glory be | |||
With Sire and Spirit ascending; | |||
Thy throne doth stand at God’s right hand | |||
Through ages without ending.}} | |||
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- (Posted 2021-03-22) CPDL #63618:
- Editor: Robin Doveton (submitted 2021-03-22). Score information: A4, 10 pages, 166 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Keyboard reduction omitted
General Information
Title: O King Most High
Composer: Charles Wood
Lyricist: W. J. Blew (1808-1894) create page
Number of voices: 8vv Voicing: SATB/SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
O King most high of earth and sky,
On prostrate death thou treadest
And with thy blood dost mark the road
Whereby to heav’n thou leadest.
Lord of our love, enthroned above,
Beside the Almighty Father,
Thou wilt not leave thy flock to grieve
But to thyself wilt gather.
O Christ, behold thine orphan’d fold,
Which thou hast borne with anguish,
Steep’d in the tide from thy rent side;
O leave us not to languish.
The glorious gain of all thy pain
Henceforth thou dost inherit;
Now comes the hour, then gently show’r
On us thy promis’d Spirit.
Jesu, to thee all glory be
With Sire and Spirit ascending;
Thy throne doth stand at God’s right hand
Through ages without ending.