483. Lord God, We All Give Praise To Thee

1 Lord God, we all give praise to Thee
And sing Thy love most gratefully
For the angelic beings bright,
Who hover round Thy throne of light.

2 They slumber not nor rest their feet;
It is their aim and joy most sweet
To be Thy host, Thou mighty Rock,
And guardians o'er Thy little flock.

3 No rest the wicked foe e'er knows;
As roaring lion 'round he goes,
Or lies in wait with desp'rate snare
To bring the Christian to despair.

4 But watchful is the angel-band
That follows Christ on ev'ry hand
And guards Thy holy Christendom
From harm that may from Satan come.

5 For this, now and eternally,
Our praise shall rise, O God, to Thee,
Whom also angel hosts adore
With joy, now and for evermore.

6 We yet would pray Thee to defend
By them, unto the latter end.
Thy fold, that little flock, O Lord,
That holds in honor Thy blest Word!

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Lord God, we all give praise to Thee
Title: Lord God, We All Give Praise To Thee
Translator: E. Cronenwett (1880)
Translator (from Latin): Paul Eber (1566)
Author: Philip Melanchthon
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1930
Topic: The Church Year: Minor Festivals
Tune Information
Name: OLD HUNDREDTH
Composer: L. Bourgeois (1551)
Meter: L. M.
Key: G Major
Source: Genevan Psalter



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