Samuel Sebastian Wesley - Grosvenor - текст песни (слова)

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Not a thought of earthly things! 
Every head in awe be bended: 
Christ our God, the King of kings, 
Comes by angel troops attended. 

 2. 
 
 
 
Forth He comes, a victim He 
For the wide world's need availing, 
And His people's food to be, 
With Himself their souls regaling. 

 3. 
 
 
 
Cherubim with watchful eyes, 
Seraphim their brows concealing, 
Powers and principalities, 
Cry aloud, like thunder pealing. 
Lyrics: Liturgy of St. James, 4th Cen­tu­ry (Σιγησατο παρα σαρξ βροτεια); trans­lat­ed from Greek to Eng­lish by Arthur J. Mason in Hymns An­­cient and Mo­­dern, 1916.