Moriah (William Billings)

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• (Posted 2015-02-25)  CPDL #34671:       

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-02-25).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 60 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Oval note edition. Published in 1786 with the first stanza of Relly's hymn; two more stanzas added below.

• (Posted 2015-02-25)  CPDL #34672:     

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-02-25).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 64 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Published in 1786 with the first stanza of Relly's hymn; two more stanzas added below.

General Information

Title: Moriah
First Line: All over lovely is my Lord and God
Composer: William Billings
Lyricist: James Relly

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

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1786 in The Suffolk Harmony, no. 20, p. 39
Description: Published in The Suffolk Harmony, 1786, pp. 39-40. Words by James Relly, 1776, his Hymn 8 of Part 2.

Original text and translations

English text

All over lovely is my Lord and God,
When nailed on Calvary to a cross of wood;
My praise attends his blood, his name I'll bless,
He is my wisdom, strength and righteousness.

Deep floods of everlasting wrath and grace,
Strove which should deluge man in Jesus' face,
While bleeding love, hung pleading on His brow
For peace, and pardon, to the church below.

The floods of grace, now with tremendous swell,
Drowns all our sin, and curse, and fear of hell,
While from our bleeding God we still derive
Our peace, and in his wounds we'll ever live.

On us distills his merits, blood and grace;
His wounded form we'll yet by faith embrace;
It's here! We positively cry, my God
And tremblingly with joy we praise his blood.

We in his body our election see,
He with himself hath made us children free ;
Our elder Brother, (O the friendly Name!)
Is God Almighty, yet the slaughtered Lamb.

Praise, endless praise to Thee, O Christ, be given;
Praise, endless Praise to Thee, Thou King of heaven:
Ere long Thy praise shall be our whole employ,
When Thou, O Lamb, shall perfect all our joy.