CORONATION (The English Te Deum) EDWARD PERRONET, 1779 All hail the Power of Jesus' name! Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, Who from His altar call; Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, And crown Him Lord of all. Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget Let every kindred, every tribe, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all. O that with yonder sacred throng GLORIOUS THINGS OF THEE ARE SPOKEN JOHN NEWTON, 1779 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; He, whose word cannot be broken, What can shake thy sure repose? See, the streams of living waters Ever flows their thirst t'assuage. Round each habitation hovering, Showing that the Lord is near; Which he gives them when they pray. Blest inhabitants of Zion, Washed in their Redeemer's blood! Jesus whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God. 'Tis his love His people raises Over self to reign as kings: And as priests, His solemn praises. Each for a thank-offering brings. HOW FIRM A FOUNDATION "K." in Rippon's Selections, 1787 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, "Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed; I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand. "When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, "E'en down to old age all My people shall prove "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no, never, no, never forsake." f. NINETEENTH CENTURY BRIGHTEST AND BEST OF THE SONS OF THE MORNING REGINALD HEber, 1811 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining; Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor secure; Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid! For the Majesty and Mercy of God, by Sir Robert Grant, 1815 (See Section III d). FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS REGINALD HEBER, 1819 From Greenland's icy mountains, Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story; It spreads from pole to pole; |