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<h2>WORD SUPREME, BEFORE CREATION</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.&#8221; John 1:1-2</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_k_e_keble_j.jpg" alt="John Keble (1792-1866)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_k_e_keble_j.html" target="_blank">John Keble</a> (1792-1866).
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Tantum Ergo,&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_webbe_s.html" target="_blank">Samuel Webbe</a>, <em>Motetts or Antiphons</em>, 1792 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_a_tantergo.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_webbe_s_sr.gif" alt="Samuel Webbe, Sr. (1740-1816)" align="right" width="124" height="165.333333333333"></td>
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<p>Word supreme, before creation<br>
Born of God eternally,<br>
Who didst will for our salvation<br>
To be born on earth, and die;<br>
Well Thy saints have kept their station,<br>
Watching till Thine hour is nigh.</p>
<p>Now &#8217;tis come and faith espies Thee;<br>
Like an eaglet in the morn,<br>
One in steadfast worship eyes Thee;<br>
Thy beloved, Thy latest born;<br>
In Thy glory he descries Thee<br>
Reigning from the tree of scorn.</p>
<p>He first hoping and believing<br>
Did beside the grave adore;<br>
Latest he, the warfare leaving,<br>
Landed on the eternal shore;<br>
And his witness we receiving<br>
Own Thee Lord forevermore.</p>
<p>Much he asked in loving wonder,<br>
On Thy bosom leaning, Lord!<br>
In that secret place of thunder,<br>
Answer kind didst Thou accord,<br>
Wisdom for Thy church to ponder<br>
Till the day of dread award.</p>
<p>Lo! heaven&#8217;s doors lift up, revealing<br>
How Thy judgments earthward move;<br>
Scrolls unfolded, trumpets pealing,<br>
Wine cups from the wrath above,<br>
Yet o&#8217;er all a soft voice stealing&#8212;<br>
&#8220;Little children, trust and love!&#8221;</p>
<p>Thee, the Almighty King eternal,<br>
Father of the eternal word;<br>
Thee, the Father&#8217;s Word supernal,<br>
Thee, of both, the Breath adored;<br>
Heaven, and earth, and realms infernal<br>
Own, one glorious God and Lord.</p>
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