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God from On High (William Boyce)

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Editor: Christopher R. Baker (submitted 2000-11-27).   Copyright: Creative Commons Attribution 1.0
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General Information

Title: God from On High
Composer: William Boyce
Hymn tune: Kingsland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: The Oxford Hymn Book (1908)

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Original text and translations

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God from on high hath heard;
Let sighs and sorrows cease;
Lo! from the opening heaven descends
To man the promised Peace.

Hark! through the silent night
Angelic voices swell;
Their joyful songs proclaim that "God
Is born on earth to dwell."

Haste with the shepherds;
See the mystery of grace:
A manger bed, a child
is all the eye can trace.

Is this indeed the Christ?
Is this the Eternal Son
Who ere the worlds began
Was the Father One?

Yes, faith can pierce the cloud
Which shrouds his glory now
And hails him Lord, and God
To whom all creatures bow.

Faith sees the sapphire throne
Where angels evermore
Adoring tremble still
And trembling still adore.

O Child, thy silence speaks
And bids us not refuse
To bear what flesh would shun
To spurn what flesh would choose.

Fill us with holy love;
Heal thou our earthly pride;
Be born within our hearts
And ever there abide.

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