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<poem> | |||
Before Jehovah's awful throne, | |||
ye nations, bow with sacred joy; | |||
know that the Lord is God alone; | |||
he can create, and he destroy. | |||
His sovereign power, without our aid, | |||
made us of clay, and formed us men; | |||
and when like wandering sheep we strayed, | |||
he brought us to his fold again. | |||
We are his people, we his care, | |||
our souls and all our mortal frame | |||
what lasting honours shall we rear | |||
Almighty Maker to thy name. | |||
We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, | |||
high as the heavens our voices raise; | |||
and earth, with her ten thousand tongues, | |||
shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. | |||
Wide as the world is thy command, | |||
vast as eternity thy love; | |||
firm as a rock thy truth must stand, | |||
when rolling years shall cease to move. | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #15310:
- Editor: Tim Henderson (submitted 2007-11-03). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 840 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Denmark
Composer: Martin Madan
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Before Jehovah's awful throne,
ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
know that the Lord is God alone;
he can create, and he destroy.
His sovereign power, without our aid,
made us of clay, and formed us men;
and when like wandering sheep we strayed,
he brought us to his fold again.
We are his people, we his care,
our souls and all our mortal frame
what lasting honours shall we rear
Almighty Maker to thy name.
We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
high as the heavens our voices raise;
and earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Wide as the world is thy command,
vast as eternity thy love;
firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
when rolling years shall cease to move.