Let all the world in every corner sing, My God and King! The heavens are not too high, His praise may thither fly: The earth is not too low, His praises there may grow. Let all the world in every corner sing, My God and King! The church with Psalms must shout. No door can keep them out: But above all, the heart Must bear the longest part. Let all the world in every corner sing, My God and King!
Three Songs of Praise
Song Cycle by George Dyson (1883 - 1964)
1. Praise  [sung text checked 1 time]
- by George Herbert (1593 - 1633), appears in The Temple, first published 1633 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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2. Lauds  [sung text checked 1 time]
Ye that have spent the silent night In sleep and quiet rest, And joy to see the (cheerful) light That riseth in the east; Now lift your hearts, your voices raise, Your morning tribute bring, And pay a grateful song of praise To Heaven's Almighty King For as this gloomy night did last But for a little space; As heavenly day, (now night is past), Doth show his pleasant face; So let us hope, when faith and love Their work on earth have done, God's blessed face to see above, Heaven's better, brighter sun.
- by George Gascoigne (1525? - 1577) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
3. A poet's hymn  [sung text checked 1 time]
Lord, thou hast given me a cell, Wherein to dwell; A little house, whose humble roof Is weather proof. Under the spars of which I lie Both soft and dry; Where thou my chamber for to ward Hast set a guard Of harmless thoughts to keep Me while I sleep. Low is my porch, as is my fate, Both void of state; And yet the threshold of my door Is worn by the poor Who thither come and freely get Good words or meat. Like as my parlour, so my hall And kitchen's small little buttery, and therein A little bin, Which keeps my little loaf of bread Unchipp'd, unsped. Some brittle sticks of thorn or briar Make me a fire, Close by whose living coal I sit And glow like it. All these and better thou dost send Me to this end, That I should render for my part A thankful heart; Which, fired by incense, I resign, Wholly Thine, But the acceptance must be, My Christ, by Thee.
- by Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]