O God, the Son eternal (Samuel Sebastian Wesley)

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  • CPDL #20695:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-26).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 21 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-11-15).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 25 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information

Title: O God, the Son eternal
Composer: Samuel Sebastian Wesley
Tune: St Michael New
Lyricists: Reginald Heber and John Keble

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 10 10. 66. 10

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published: 1872 in The Eur­o­pe­an Psalm­ist

Description:He­ber's lyrics were pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in his Hymns, 1837, p. 133.

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Original text and translations

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1  O God the Son eternal, thy dread might
 Sent forth Saint Michael and the hosts of heaven,
 And from the realms of light,
 Cast down in burning fight
 Satan's rebellious hosts, to darkness given.

2  Thine angels, Lord, we bless with thankful lays,
 Dwelling with thee above yon depths of sky;
 Who, 'mid thy glory's blaze,
 Heaven's ceaseless anthems raise,
 And gird thy throne in faithful ministry.

3  We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing
 Hath left for us so oft their mansion high,
 The mercies of their King
 To mortal saints to bring,
 Or guard the couch of slumbering infancy.


4  But thee, the first and last, we glorify,
 Who, when thy world was sunk in death and sin,
 Not with thine hierarchy,
 The armies of the sky,
 But didst with thine own arm the battle win.

5  Therefore with angels and archangels we
 To thy dear love our thankful chorus raise,
 And tune our songs to thee,
 Who art, and art to be;
 And, endless as thy mercies, sound thy praise.