The Cyber Hymnal ‎#5157

5157. O Lord, 'Tis Matter of High Praise

1. O Lord, ’tis matter of high praise,
Thy Word on us doth shine,
But happy they who feel its rays,
And glorious power divine.

2. O let poor sinners feel their sin
Prick them, as with a sword;
And purge out all that filth within;
So will we praise Thy Word.

3. Enlightened souls have cause to sing,
Who wounded were by Thee;
True cause of joy to such doth spring;
For they, Lord, healèd be.

4. And now in robes most richly decked,
They to the King are brought;
Surpassing angels, for have they
A robe so richly wrought.

5. We therefore throw our crowns below
Thy high and glorious throne;
And must all say, both night and day,
Thou worthy art alone,

6. All glory, power, and praise to have,
By us forevermore;
Thus let us sing unto our King,
And Him in heart adore.

Text Information

• First Line: O Lord, 'tis matter of high praise
• Title: O Lord, 'Tis Matter of High Praise
• Author: Benjamin Keach (1700)
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Spiritual Songs: Being the Marrow of the Scripture (London: John Marshal, 1700)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: ABERDEEN
• Composer (melody): Ro­bert Brem­ner (1756)
• Composer (attributed to): Andrew Tait
• Meter: CM
• Incipit: 12351 27132 54321
• Key: G Major
• Source: James Chal­mers’ un­ti­tled col­lect­ion, 1749; mel­o­dy from Ru­di­ments of Mu­sic
• Copyright: Public Domain