We sing the praise of him who died (Anonymous)

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  • (Posted 2020-12-06)  CPDL #61865:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-12-06).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 39 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words to the alternative tune Breslau in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2020-12-06)  CPDL #61864:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-12-06).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 75 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn to the alternative tune Breslau in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: We sing the praise of him who died
Composer: Anonymous
Tune: Breslau
Lyricist: Thomas Kelly

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:
    2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 138
Description: German traditional melody. A descant to the hymn can be found here.


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Original text and translations

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We sing the praise of him who died,
of him who died upon the cross;
the sinner’s hope let men deride,
for this we count the world but loss.

Inscribed upon the cross we see
in shining letters, ‘God is love’;
he bears our sins upon the Tree;
he brings us mercy from above.

The Cross! it takes our guilt away:
it holds the fainting spirit up;
it cheers with hope the gloomy day,
and sweetens every bitter cup.

It makes the coward spirit brave,
and nerves the feeble arm for fight;
it takes its terror from the grave,
and gilds the bed of death with light:

the balm of life, the cure of woe,
the measure and the pledge of love,
the sinner’s refuge here below,
the angels’ theme in heaven above.