- (Posted 2015-05-09) CPDL #35336:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-05-09). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 71 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval note edition. The other seven stanzas of Relly's hymn added below.
- (Posted 2015-05-09) CPDL #35335:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-05-09). Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 71 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added. The remaining seven stanzas of Relly's hymn added below.
First Line: We celebrate the praise today
Composer: William Billings
Lyricist: James Relly
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred Meter: 886. 886
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1786 in The Suffolk Harmony
Description: First published in The Suffolk Harmony, 1786, pp. 46-47. Words by James Relly, 1758, his Hymn 58 of Part 1.
Original text and translations
We celebrate the praise today,
Of Godhead manifest in clay,
And of a woman born!
The promised Son to us is given,
The glories of indulgent heaven,
Our nature doth adorn.
Let it be told to distant lands,
How softly wrapped in swaddling-bands,
And in a manger laid,
Was He, whom we with joy confess,
The glorious Lord, our righteousness!
Born of the favored maid.
Long did the saints with ardor sigh
To see His day, and thus did cry,
"Desire of nations, come!"
More blest are we who see and prove
The fullness of the Father's love,
Born from the virgin's womb!
The Lord Himself hath given the sign
Of richest grace, and love divine,
Promised of old to man;
How that a virgin should conceive:
The wondrous tidings we believe,
And praise her first-born Son.
We join with angel hosts to cry,
Glory to God, to God on high;
Peace on rebellious Earth:
To man good will abounds from heaven;
The proof of all is richly given
In this mysterious birth!
What things are these which angels say?
A Savior born! Yea, born today,
In David's native town:
A Savior, who is Christ the Lord;
For so declares the heavenly word;
Hear, wonder, and bow down!
The wonderful, the holy child,
The everlasting Father stilled,
The mighty God art Thou;
The counselor, the prince of peace,
Whose glorious kingdom ne'er will cease,
Nor wars, nor tumults know.
The cloud on our nativity
Dispels in this Thy mystery,
Thou holy, undefiled:
Our sinful nature's born again
In this Thy birth, without a stain,
And can no more be spoiled.