At the Lamb’s high feast we sing (Salzburg) – Organ and Descant

Lyrics

1. At the Lamb’s high feast we sing
praise to our victorious King,
who has washed us in the tide
flowing from his pierced side;
praise we him whose love divine
gives his sacred blood for wine,
gives his body for the feast,
Christ the victim, Christ the priest.

2. Where the paschal blood is poured,
death’s dark angel sheathes his sword;
Israel’s hosts triumphant go
through the wave that drowns the foe.
Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed,
paschal victim, paschal bread;
with sincerity and love
eat we manna from above.

3. Mighty victim from the sky,
pow’rs of hell beneath thee lie;
death is conquered in the fight,
thou hast brought us life and light:
hymns of glory and of praise,
risen Lord, to thee we raise;
holy Father, praise to thee,
with the Spirit, ever be.

4. Easter triumph, Easter joy,
nothing now can this destroy;
from sin’s pow’r do thou set free
souls new-born, O Lord, in thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
risen Lord, to thee we raise;
holy Father, praise to thee,
with the Spirit, ever be.

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  • Tune: Salzburg
  • Meter: 77 77 D
  • Style: Baroque
  • Composer: Jacob Hintze (1622 – 1702) harmonised by Johann Sebastian Bach (1685 – 1750)
  • Lyricist: Unknown ‘Ad regias Agni dapes’ (7th Century) translated by Robert Campbell (1814 – 1868)
  • Church Year: Easter
  • Music and Lyrics Copyright Public Domain.
  • Performance ℗ 2019 Richard M S Irwin. Certain rights reserved.

Jesu, lover of my soul (Aberystwyth – 3 verses) – Organ

Lyrics

Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none, hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed, all my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head with the shadow of Thy wing.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found, grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound; make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart; rise to all eternity.

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  • Tune: Aberystwyth
  • Meter: 77 77 D
  • Style: Victorian Hymn
  • Usage: All Souls, General
  • Composer: Joseph Parry (1841 – 1903)
  • Lyricist: Charles Wesley (1707 – 1788)
  • Music and Lyrics Copyright Public Domain
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Come, ye thankful people, come (Saint George’s Windsor) – Organ

Hymn – Come, ye thankful people, come – Lyrics

1. Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come;
Raise the song of harvest home!

2. We ourselves are God’s own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Grant, O harvest Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

3. For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take the harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away,
Giving angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In the garner evermore.

4. Then, thou Church triumphant come,
Raise the song of harvest home!
All be safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
In God’s garner to abide;
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home!

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Details

  • Tune: Saint George’s Windsor
  • Meter: 77 77 D
  • Style: Victorian Hymn
  • Composer: George Job Elvey (1816 – 1893)
  • Lyricist: Henry Alford (1810 – 1871)
  • Church Year: Harvest
  • Music and Lyrics Copyright Public Domain.
  • Performance Copyright ℗ 2016 Richard M S Irwin, Certain rights reserved.