1 God eternal, Lord of all,
Lowly at Thy feet we fall;
All the earth doth worship Thee;
We amidst the throng would be.
2 All the holy angels cry
"Hail, thrice Holy, God Most High!"
Lord of all the heavenly powers,
Be the same loud anthem ours.
3 Glorified apostles raise
Night and day continual praise;
Hast Thou not a mission too
For Thy children here to do?
4 With Thy prophets' goodly line
We in mystic bond combine;
For Thou hast to babes revealed
Things that to the wise are sealed.
5 Martyrs, in a noble host
Of Thy cross are heard to boast;
Since so bright the crown they wear,
Early we Thy cross would bear.
6 All Thy Church in heaven and earth,
Jesus, hail Thy heavenly birth,
Own the God who all has made,
And the Spirit's soothing aid.
7 Offspring of a Virgin's womb,
Slain, and Victor o'er the tomb;
Seated on the judgment-throne,
Number us among Thine own.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #1725||God Eternal, Lord of All||God eternal, Lord of all||ROSEBANK||Anonymous; James E. Millard||77.77||<cite>Devout Chorister</cite>, by T. F. Smith, 1848|