Scripture Verse

Sing praises unto our king. Psalm 47:6

Introduction

Words: God­frey Thring, 1862. First pub­lished in Hymns, Con­gre­ga­tion­al and Oth­ers, 1866.

Music: Ed­ina Her­bert S. Oake­ley, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1868 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know where to get a good pho­to of Thring (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

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Herbert S. Oakeley (1830–1903)

Lyrics

Savior, bless­èd Sav­ior, listen while we sing;
Hearts and voic­es ring­ing, prais­es to our king;
All we have to of­fer, all we hope to be,
Body, soul, and spi­rit, all we yield to Thee.

Near, ev­er near­er, Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in ado­ra­tion, bend­ing low the knee;
Thou for our re­demp­tion cam’st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might fol­low, hast gone up on high.

Great and ever great­er, are Thy mer­cies here;
True and ev­er­last­ing are the glo­ries there,
Where no pain nor sor­row, toil nor care is known,
Where the an­gel le­gions cir­cle round Thy throne.

Dark and ev­er dark­er, was the win­try past,
Now a ray of glad­ness o’er our path is cast;
Every day that pass­eth, ev­ery hour that flies,
Tells of love un­feign­èd, love that ne­ver dies.

Clearer still and clear­er dawns the light from Heav’n,
In our sad­ness bring­ing news of sin for­giv­en;
Life has lost its sha­dows, pure the light with­in;
Thou hast shed Thy ra­di­ance on a world of sin.

Brighter still and bright­er glows the west­ern sun,
Shedding all its glad­ness o’er our work that’s done;
Time will soon be ov­er, toil and sor­row past,
May we, bless­èd Sav­ior, find a rest at last.

Onward, ev­er on­ward, jour­ney­ing o’er the road
Worn by saints be­fore us, jour­ney­ing on to God;
Leaving all be­hind us, may we hast­en on,
Backward ne­ver look­ing till the prize is won.

Higher, then, and high­er bear the ran­somed soul,
Earthly toils for­get­ting, Sav­ior, to its goal;
Where in joys un­thought of saints with an­gels sing,
Never wea­ry, rais­ing, prais­es to their king.