|Text:||Lord God, We All to Thee Give Praise|
|Translator (into English):||Emanuel Cronenwett|
|Translator (into German):||Paul Eber|
1 Lord God, we all to Thee give praise,
Thanksgivings meet to Thee we raise,
That angel hosts Thou didst create
Around Thy glorious throne to wait.
2 They shine with light and heav’nly grace
And constantly behold Thy face;
They heed Thy voice, they know it well,
In godly wisdom they excel.
3 They never rest nor sleep as we;
Their whole delight is but to be
With Thee, Lord Jesus, and to keep
Thy little flock, Thy lambs and sheep.
4 The ancient Dragon is their foe;
His envy and his wrath they know.
It always is his aim and pride
Thy Christian people to divide.
5 As he of old deceived the world
And into sin and death was hurled,
So now he subtly lies in wait
To ruin school and Church and State.
6 A roaring lion, round he goes,
No halt nor rest he ever knows;
He seeks the Christians to devour
And slay them by his dreadful power.
7 But watchful is the angel band
That follows Christ on every hand
To guard His people where they go
And break the counsel of the Foe.
8 For this, now and in days to be,
Our praise shall rise, O Lord, to Thee,
Whom all the angel hosts adore
With grateful songs forevermore.
|First Line:||Lord God, we all to Thee give praise|
|Title:||Lord God, We All to Thee Give Praise|
|Latin Title:||Dicimus grates tibi, summe rerum|
|Translator (into English):||Emanuel Cronenwett (1880, alt.)|
|Author:||Philipp Melanchthon (1543, cento)|
|Translator (into German):||Paul Eber (1554)|
|Topic:||The Church Year: St. Michael and All Angels|
|Source:||"Genevan Psalter," 1551|