Lynn (Daniel Belknap)

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  • (Posted 2015-11-28)  CPDL #37706:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-11-28).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 76 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. The other four stanzas from Doddridge's hymn included.
  • (Posted 2015-11-28)  CPDL #37705:     
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-11-28).   Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 72 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The other four stanzas from Doddridge's hymn included.

General Information

Title: Lynn
First Line: Loud to the Prince of heaven
Composer: Daniel Belknap
Lyricist: Philip Doddridge

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 66. 66. 88 (actually 66. 66. 44. 44.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1797 in The Harmonist's Companion, no. 13, p. 14b
Description: Words by Philip Doddridge, 1755, Hymn 41, with five stanzas.

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

1. Loud to the Prince of heaven
Your cheerful voices raise;
To him your vows be given,
And fill his courts with praise;
With conscious worth
All clad in arms,
All bright in charms
He sallies forth.

2. Gird on thy conquering sword,
Ascend thy shining car,
And march, almighty Lord
To wage thy holy war.
Before his wheels,
In glad surprise,
Ye valleys rise,
And sink, ye hills.

 

3. Fair truth, and smiling love
And injured righteousness
In thy retinue move,
And seek from thee redress;
Thou in their cause
Shalt prosperous ride,
And far and wide
Dispense thy laws.

4. Before thine awful face
Millions of foes shall fall,
The captives of thy grace,
That grace, which conquers all:
The world shall know,
Great King of kings,
What wondrous things
Thine arm can do.

 

5. Here to my willing soul
Bend thy triumphant way;
Here every foe control,
And all thy power display:
My heart, thy throne,
Blest Jesus, see,
Bows low to thee,
To thee alone.