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Crown Him With Many Crowns   2 comments

Christ Pantocrator

Above:  Christ Pantocrator

Image in the Public Domain

Hymn Source =

Words (1851) by Matthew Bridges (1800-1894), who had converted to Roman Catholicism in 1848

I have surveyed my vast collection of hymnals, mostly old ones.  The Presbyterian hymnals have been much closer to the original text than to Anglican, Methodist, and Lutheran ones, even more so than contemporary Roman Catholic hymnals.  Most hymnals blend the original words with elements of Godfrey Thring‘s 1874 rewrite, which starts on page 75 here.

That I perceive no need to rewrite Catholic hymns to make them suitable for non-Catholic tastes indicates something (positive, I hope) about me.


1.  Crown Him with many crowns,

The Lamb upon His throne;

Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns

All music but its own:

Awake, my soul, and sing

Of Him who died for thee,

And hail Him as thy matchless King

Thro’ all eternity.

2.  Crown Him the Virgin’s son!

The God incarnate born,

Whose arm thine crimson trophies won

Which now His brow adorn;

Fruit of the mystic rose,

as of that rose the Stem;

The root whence mercy ever flows,

The Babe of Bethlehem.

3.  Crown Him the God of love!

Behold His hands and side,

Those wounds yet visible above,

In beauty glorified;

No angel in the sky,

Can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends his burning eye,

At mysteries so bright.

4.  Crown Him the Lord of peace!

Whose peace a scepter sways

From pole to pole, that wars may cease,

And all be prayer and praise;

His reign shall know no end,

And round the pierced feet

Fair flowers of paradise extend

Their fragrance ever sweet.

5.  Crown Him the Lord of years!

The Potentate of time,

Creator of the rolling spheres,

Ineffably sublime;

Glass’d in a sea of light,

Where everlasting waves

Reflect His throne, the Infinite!

Who lives , and loves, and saves.

6.  Crown Him the Lord of Heaven!

One with the Father known,

And the blest Spirit, through Him given,

From yonder triune throne!

All hail! Redeemer, hail!

For Thou hast died for me;

Thy praise shall never, never fail,

Throughout eternity!

Godfrey Thring   1 comment

Above:  The Compass Rose Flag of the Anglican Communion

Image Source = Alekjds


Godfrey Thring (1823-1903) was a priest of The Church of England.


The Ocean Hath No Danger:

O God of Mercy, God of Might:

Thou to Whom the Sick and Dying:

Saviour, Blessed Saviour, Listen While We Sing:

The Radiant Morn Hath Passed Away:

I Hear a Sound of Voices:

From the Eastern Mountains:


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The Ocean Hath No Danger   5 comments

Above:  An Ocean Scene

Image Source = Tiago Fioreze


Hymn Source = Lutheran Common Service Book (1917)

Words (1862) by Godfrey Thring, a priest of The Church of England


1.  The ocean hath no danger

For those whose prayers are made

To Him who, in a manger,

A helpless babe was laid;

Who, born to tribulation,

And ev’ry human ill,

Yet, Lord of His creation,

The wildest waves can still.

2.  If fierce the tempest round us,

And white the angry deep,

Yet He, Whose love hath found us,

Can still His treasure keep;

Nor wind nor waves can harm us,

Nor hope itself grow dim,

No tempest need alarm us,

If peace we seek in him.

3.  Though life itself be waning,

And waves shall o’er us sweep,

The wild wind’s sad complaining

Shall lull us still to sleep;

For, as a gentle slumber,

E’en death itself shall prove

To those whom Christ doth number

As worthy of His love.

4.  Then, Holy Jesus, hear us,

And keep us free from harm,

Have pity, Lord, and hear us

On Thy supporting arm,

Should storm or calm befall us,

Whate’er our lot may be,

When all is o’er,–then call us

Home, Saviour,–home to Thee.

O God of Mercy, God of Might   1 comment

Above:  Members of the Episcopal Church of the Epiphany, Atlanta, Georgia, Serving Friday Night Dinner to Homeless Men at the Peachtree Pine Men’s Shelter

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta


Hymn Source = Lutheran Common Service Book (1917)

Words (1877) by Godfrey Thring, a priest of The Church of England


1.  O God of mercy, God of might,

In love and pity infinite,

Teach us, as ever in Thy sight,

To live our life to Thee.

2.  Teach us the lesson Thou hast taught,

To feel for those Thy Blood hath bought,

That ev’ry word, wonder, and deed, and thought,

May work a work for Thee.

3.  For all are brethren, far and wide,

Since Thou, O Lord, for all hast died;

Then teach us, whatsoe’er betide,

To love them all in Thee.

4.  In sickness, sorrow, want, or care,

Whate’er it be, ’tis ours to share;

May we where help is needed, there

Give help as unto Thee.

5.  And may Thy Holy Spirit move

All those who live, to live in love,

Till Thou shalt greet in heaven above

All those who live to Thee.

Thou to Whom the Sick and Dying   1 comment

Above:  A Hospital

Image Source = Wikipedia

Hymn Source = Lutheran Common Service Book (1917)

Words (1870) by Godfrey Thring, a priest of The Church of England


1.  Thou to Whom the sick and dying

Ever came, nor came in vain,

Still with healing words replying

To the wearied cry of pain,

Hear us, Jesus, as we meet,

Suppliants at Thy mercy seat.

2.  Still the weary, sic, and dying

Need a brother’s, sister’s care,

On Thy higher help relying,

May we now their burdens share,

Bringing all our offerings meet,

Suppliants at Thy mercy seat.

3.  May each child of Thine be willing,

Willing both in hand and heart,

All the law of love fulfilling,

Ever comfort to impart,

Ever bringing offerings meet,

Suppliant to Thy mercy seat.

4.  So may sickness, sin, and sadness

To Thy healing power yield,

Till the sick and sad, in gladness

Rescued, ransomed, cleansed, healed,

One in Thee together meet,

Pardoned, at Thy judgment-seat.

Saviour, Blessed Saviour, Listen While We Sing   1 comment

Above:  Emmanuel Episcopal Church, Athens, Georgia, May 13, 2012 

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta


Hymn Source = The New Psalms and Hymns (1901), of the Presbyterian Church of the United States (1861-1983)

Words (1862) by Godfrey Thring, a priest of The Church of England


1.  Saviour, blessed Saviour,

Listen while we sing,

Hearts and voices raising

Praises to our King;

All we have we offer;

All we hope to be,

Body, soul, and spirit,

All we yield to Thee.

2.  Nearer, 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.

3.  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.

4.  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, blessed Saviour,

Find a rest at last!

5.  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.

6.  Higher, then, and higher,

Bear the ransomed soul,

Earthly toils forgetting,

Saviour, to its goal;

Where in joys unthought of

Saints with angels sing,

Never weary, raising

Praises to their King.

The Radiant Morn Hath Passed Away   1 comment

Above:  The Vision of John of Patmos

Image Source = Wikipedia

Hymn Source = The New Psalms and Hymns (1901), of the Presbyterian Church in the United States (1861-1983)

Words (1864) by Godfrey Thring (1823-1903), a priest of The Church of England


1.  The radiant morn hath passed away,

And spent too soon her golden store;

The shadows of departing day

Creep on once more.

2.  Our life is but a fading dawn,

Its glorious noon how quickly past!

Lead us, O Christ, Thou living way,

Safe home at last.

3.  O by Thy soul-inspiring grace

Uplift our hearts to realms on high;

Help us to look to that bright place

Beyond the sky,

4.  Where light and life and joy and peace

In undivided empire reign,

And thronging angels never cease

Their deathless strain;

5.  Where saints are clothed in spotless white,

And evening shadows never fall,

Where Thou, eternal Light of Light,

Art Lord of all.