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The piece, inspired by Her Majesty's unwavering Christian faith, is a setting of Psalm 42 to music and will be sung unaccompanied. — Buckingham Palace, 18 September 2022 [ 4 ] "Like as the hart" was first performed during the funeral by the combined choirs of Westminster Abbey and the Chapel Royal , St James's Palace , conducted by James O ...
Ralph Vaughan Williams adapted an English folk tune for Mason's How shall I sing that majesty for the English Hymnal, [4] and in this form Mason's hymn remains in use in Anglican church music, though now usually sung to the modern tune Coe Fen. His published works include: 'Funeral Sermon for Mrs. Clare Wittewronge,' London, 1671.
One generation shall praise thy works to another, and shall declare thy mighty acts. I will speak of the glorious honour of thy majesty, and of thy wondrous works. And men shall speak of the might of thy terrible acts: and I will declare thy greatness. They shall abundantly utter the memory of thy great goodness, and shall sing of thy ...
Though the eye of sinful man, thy glory may not see: Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power in love, and purity. Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, Holy, Holy! merciful and mighty, God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity! [10]
Sing unto God, ye Kingdoms of the Earth O sing Praises unto the Lord. (Soprano soloist, orchestra) Blessed are all they that fear the Lord: O well is thee, and happy shalt thou be. (Bass soloist, obbligato cello and orchestra) Thy wife shall be as the fruitful vine Upon the walls of thine house Thy children like the olive branches Round about ...
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it, Mount of Thy redeeming love. Sorrowing I shall be in spirit, Till released from flesh and sin, Yet from what I do inherit,
Awake, my soul, and sing Of him who died for thee, And hail him as thy matchless king Through all eternity. Crown him the Virgin's Son! The God Incarnate born,--Whose arm those 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!
Sing and glorify heaven's high Majesty, Author of this blessed harmony; Sound divine praises With melodious graces; This is the day, holy day, happy day, For ever give it greeting, Love and joy heart and voice meeting: Live Henry princely and mighty, Harry live in thy creation happy.