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Alleluia! Alleluia! Hearts to heav'n and voices raise – Lux Eoi
Alleluia! Alleluia! Hearts to heav'n and voices raise
Few composers of hymn tunes have been as vilified as Sullivan. The problem is that we know so well his masterpieces, the Savoy operas, in which we are delighted by his lightness of touch and the spontaneity of his melodies. However, for Sullivan, and for his many admirers including Queen Victoria, his real calling was to take English music to heights of serious achievement in oratorio and grand opera, and when he attempted these his feet became leaden and his melodies boring. This was true also of his hymn tunes, although he contributed to the hymnody of his time through his work as composer, arranger and musical editor. ‘Lux Eoi’ (‘The Light of the Morning Star’) is the last of his tunes to survive in many books. He wrote it originally for ‘Hark a thrilling voice is sounding’, but it is now almost always sung to these words by Christopher Wordsworth, who wrote a series of sound doctrinal hymns for teaching purposes when he was Rector of Stamford, near London, and Canon of Westminster before becoming Bishop of Lincoln.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Hearts to heav’n and voices raise; Sing to God a hymn of gladness, Sing to God a hymn of praise: He who on the Cross a victim For the world’s salvation bled, Jesus Christ, the King of Glory, Now is risen from the dead.
Christ is risen, Christ the first fruits Of the holy harvest field, Which will all its full abundance At his second coming yield; Then the golden ears of harvest Will their heads before him wave, Ripened by his glorious sunshine, From the furrows of the grave.
Christ is risen, we are risen; Shed upon us heavenly grace, Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory From the brightness of thy face; That we, with our hearts in heaven, Here on earth may fruitful be, And by angel-hands be gathered, And be ever, Lord, with thee.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Glory be to God on high; Alleluia to the Saviour, Who has gained the victory; Alleluia to the Spirit, Fount of love and sanctity; Alleluia! Alleluia! To the Triune Majesty.