Abridged version Come, ye faithful, raise the strain (7,6,7,6, D) Tune Ellacombe Hosanna Loud Hosanna CH4 367 … Translated by John Mason Neale, born in Conduit Street, London, on Jan. 24, 1818. Written by John of Damascus, St. The last but one of the Fathers of the Greek Church, and the greatest of her poets. Words set to Ellacombe by Charles Litster April 2019.
Come, ye faithful, raise the strain of triumphant gladness; God has– brought his Israel in-to.. joy from sadness; loosed from Pharaoh’s bit-ter.. yoke Jacob’s sons and dau-ght-ers; He let them pass with feet not wet through th-e Red Sea waters.
“Alleluia!” now we do cry to ou-r King immortal, who, tri-umph-antl-y did burst the bars of the to-mb’s dark portal; “Alleluia!” with the So-on…, (Son) We praise God the Father now, “Alleluia!” yet aga-in to the Spirit raising.
Story from King James version of the Bible Exodus 15:1-12
15 Then sang Moses and the children of Israel this song unto the Lord, and spoke, saying,
‘I will sing unto the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously: the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
2 The Lord is my strength and song, and he has become my salvation: he is my God, and I will prepare him a habitation; my father’s God, and I will exalt him.
3 The Lord is a man of war: the Lord is his name.
4 Pharaoh’s chariots and his host hath he cast into the sea: his chosen captains also are drowned in the Red Sea.
5 The depths have covered them: they sank into the bottom as a stone.
6 Thy right hand, O Lord, is become glorious in power: thy right hand, O Lord, hath dashed in pieces the enemy.
7 And in the greatness of thine excellency, thou hast overthrown them that rose up against thee: thou sentest forth thy wrath, which consumed them as stubble.
8 And with the blast of thy nostrils, the waters were gathered together, the floods stood upright as a heap, and the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.
9 The enemy said, I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide the spoil; my lust shall be satisfied upon them; I will draw my sword, my hand shall destroy them.
10 Thou didst blow with thy wind, the sea covered them: they sank as lead in the mighty waters.
11 Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
12 Thou stretches out thy right hand, the earth swallowed them.”
Closest song Come, ye faithful, raise the strain (7,6,7,6, D) Tune Ellacombe Hosanna Loud Hosanna CH4 367 … Translated by John Mason Neale, born in Conduit Street, London, on Jan. 24, 1818. Written by John of Damascus, St. The last but one of the Fathers of the Greek Church, and the greatest of her poets
Words below, but there is unfinished work here for me to arrange words to the tune.
1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought his Israel
into joy from sadness;
loosed from Pharaoh’s bitter yoke
Jacob’s sons and daughters;
led them with unmoistened foot
through the Red Sea waters.
2 ‘Tis the spring of souls today;
Christ hath burst his prison,
and from three days’ sleep in death
as a sun hath risen;
all the winter of our sins,
long and dark, is flying
from his light, to whom we give
laud and praise undying.
3 Now the queen of seasons, bright
with the day of splendour,
with the royal feast of feasts,
comes its joy to render;
comes to glad Jerusalem,
who with true affection
welcomes in unwearied strains
4 Neither might the gates of death,
nor the tomb’s dark portal,
nor the watchers, nor the seal
hold thee as a mortal:
but today amidst thine own
thou didst stand, bestowing
thine own peace, which evermore
passeth human knowing.
5 “Alleluia!” now we cry
to our King immortal,
who, triumphant, burst the bars
of the tomb’s dark portal;
“Alleluia!” with the Son,
God the Father praising;
“Alleluia!” yet again
to the Spirit raising.