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Glory be to God on High

Glory Be to God on High

Theodore C. Williams

Glory be to God on High, 
         Alleluia!
Let the whole creation cry
         Alleluia!
Peace and blessing He has given, 
         Alleluia!
Earth  repeat the songs of heaven, 
         Alleluia!

Creatures of the field and flood,
         Alleluia!
Earth and sea cry "Good is good,"
         Alleluia!
Toiling pilgrims raise the song,
         Alleluia!
Saints in light the strain prolong,
         Alleluia!

Stars that have no voice to sing
         Alleluia!
Give their glory to our King,
         Alleluia!
Silent powers and angel's song,
         Alleluia!
All unto our God belong,
         Alleluia!
Meter: 7.4.7.4.7.4.7.4
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Theodore Chickering Williams

July 2, 1855, Brookline Massachusetts, May 6, 1915, Boston Massachusetts.
Not a lot of information is available about Theodore Chickering Williams. However he was productive. His work included these books:

Here is a poem gleaned from his book Poems of Belief

Sursum Corda

Theodore Chickering Williams

Not a star a moment stays;
Every beam it gives replaces
Starry beams of vanished days
Into endless darkness sped.
The lifted Alp's perpetual head
Crumbles away, and every storm defaces
Som fragment of its fiery prime;
The mountain granit yields to time
Surely as blown roses fail,
Or the cheek of youth turns pale,
Or o'er the poet's would-be deathless rhyme
Oblivious years prevail.

Why, then, O my frivolous soul!
Sue or execrate the skies,
If visibly before thy wrathful eyes
Some mansion melt which once thou couldst control?
Shall the fading rainbow grieve thee?
Or if lovely music leave thee,
Wilt thou curse it as it goes?
Wilt thou in scorn
Keep the the thorn
And trample fiercely on a faded rose?

Rather thou shalt be aware,
As life's apparition flows,
Of earth and sky whence thou didst pluck thy rose;
Of a boundless wealth and free
That can a million-fold repair
The broken beauty that now grieveth thee.

Battle lost, or battle won,
Glorious the conflict done.
Go, rainbows! I have found the sun.

Gwalchmai is a Welsh tune, named for the town of Gwalchmai

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