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Charles Wesley, 1740
(77. 77.)
1. Meet and right it is to sing
Glory to our God and King,
Meet in every time, and place,
Right to show forth all thy praise.
2. Sing we now in duty bound,
Echo the triumphant sound,
Publish it through earth abroad,
Praise the everlasting God.
3. Praises here to thee we give,
Here our open thanks receive,
Holy Father, sovereign Lord,
Always, every where adored.
4. Sons of Belial, hear the cry,
Loud as ye our God defy;
You can glory in your shame,
Shall not we our God proclaim?
5. You can brave the eternal laws,
Zealous in your Master’s cause;
Jesus! Shall thy servants be
Less resolved and bold for thee?
6. No, though men and fiends exclaim,
Sing we still in Jesus' name;
Jesus will we ever bless,
Thee before thy foes confess.
7. Silent have we been too long,
Awed by earth’s rebellious throng;
Should we still to sing deny,
Lord, the very stones would cry
Hallelujah!
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George Whitefield, 1758
Meet and right it is to sing
Glory to our God and King;
Meet in every time and place,
To rehearse his solemn praise.
Join, ye saints, the song around,
Angels help the cheerful sounds
Publish through the world abroad
Glory to the eternal God.
Praises here to thee we give,
Gracious thou our thanks receive;
Holy Father, sovereign Lord,
Every where be thou adored.
Though the injurious world exclaim,
Sing we still in Jesus' name;
Savior, thee we ever bless,
Thee our Lord and God confess.
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Charles Wesley, 1749
(76. 76. 77. 76.)
1. Meet and right it is to sing
At every time and place
Glory to our heavenly King,
The God of truth and grace:
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord,
Eternal praise be thine!
2. Thee the first-born sons of light
In choral symphonies
Praise by day, day without night,
And never, never cease:
Angels, and archangels all
Sing the mystic Three in One,
Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall
O’er-whelmed before thy throne.
3. Vying with that happy choir
Who chant thy praise above,
We on eagles’ wings aspire,
The wings of faith and love:
Thee they sing with glory crowned,
We extol the slaughtered Lamb,
Lower if our voices sound,
Our subject is the same.
4. Father, God, thy love we praise,
Which gave thy Son to die,
Jesus full of truth and grace
Alike we glorify,
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praise by all to thee be given,
’Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is turned to heaven.
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Wesley Hymn-Book, 1779
1. Meet and right it is to sing,
In every time and place,
Glory to our heavenly King,
The God of Truth and Grace:
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join!
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Eternal praise be thine!
2. Thee, the first-born sons of light,
In choral symphonies,
Praise by day, day without night,
And never, never cease:
Angels and archangels, all
Praise the mystic Three in One;
Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall
O'erwhelm'd before thy throne!
3. Vying with that happy choir,
Who chant thy praise above,
We on eagles' wings aspire,
The wings of faith and love:
Thee they sing, with glory crown'd;
We extol the slaughtered Lamb;
Lower if our voices sound,
Our subject is the same.
4. Father, God, thy love we praise,
Which gave thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify;
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praise by all to thee be given,
Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is turn'd to heaven.
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