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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2018-11-09). Score information: A4, 1 page, 49 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transcribed from the edition on IMSLP. Note values halved. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
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Title: All praise to Him who built the hills
Composer: Joseph Barnby
Lyricist: Horatio Bonar
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1897 in Hymn Tunes, no. 27, p. 12
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Original text and translations
English text
1 All praise to Him Who built the hills;
All praise to Him the streams Who fills;
All praise to Him Who lights each star
That sparkles in the sky afar.
2 All praise to Him Who wakes the morn,
And bids it glow with beams new-born;
Who draws the shadows of the night,
Like curtains, o'er our wearied sight.
3 All praise to Him Whose love hath given,
In Christ His Son, the life of heaven;
Who gives us, for our darkness, light,
And turns to day our deepest night.
4 All praise to Him in love Who came,
To bear our woe, and sin, and shame;
Who lived to die, Who died to rise,
The all-prevailing the sacrifice.
5 All praise to Him Who sheds abroad
Within our hearts the love of God:
The Spirit of all truth and peace,
The fount of joy and holiness.
6 To Father, Son, and Spirit now
Our hands we lift, our knees we bow:
To Thee, blest Trinity, we raise
E'en here, in exile, songs of praise.