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:'''Edition notes:''' From the ''Church Hymnary'', 1929 | :'''Edition notes:''' From the ''Church Hymnary'', 1929 |
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- CPDL #22421: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-10-09). Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: From the Church Hymnary, 1929
General Information
Title: O word of God incarnate
Composer: Henry Thomas Smart
Tune: Chebar
Lyricist: William Walsham How
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 76. 76. D
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or Keyboard
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Original text and translations
English text
1. O Word of God Incarnate, O Wisdom from on high,
O Truth, unchanged, unchanging, O Light of our dark sky,
We praise thee for the radiance That from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps, Shines on from age to age.
2. The Church from her dear Master Received the gift divine,
And still that light she lifteth, O'er all the earth to shine;
It is the golden casket Where gems of truth are stored;
It is the heaven-drawn picture Of Christ, the living Word;
3. It floateth like a banner Before God's host unfurled;
It shineth like a beacon, Above the darkling world;
It is the chart and compass That, o'er life's surging sea,
'Mid mists and rocks and quicksands, Still guides, O Christ, to Thee.
4. O make thy Church, dear Saviour, A lamp of purest gold,
To bear before the nations Thy true light, as of old;
O teach thy wandering pilgrims By this their path to trace,
Till, clouds and darkness ended, They see Thee face to face.