At the round earth's imagined corners (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)

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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-30).   Score information: A4, 14 pages, 240 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: At the round earth's imagined corners
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: John Donne (1572-1631)

Number of voices: 7vv   Voicing: SSAATBB
Genre: SacredMotet

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1918

Description: Songs of Farewell No. 5

  1. My soul, there is a country
  2. I know my soul hath power
  3. Never weather-beaten sail
  4. There is an old belief
  5. At the round earth's imagined corners
  6. Lord, let me know mine end

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Holy Sonnet No. VII

At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls and to your scattered bodies go!
All whom the flood did, and fire shall overthrow,
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes
Shall behold God and never taste death's woe;
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,
For, if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
Teach me how to repent; for that's as good
As if Thou'dst sealed my pardon with Thy blood.
 

German.png German text

An den vier Ecken der Erdkugel blast
eure Trompeten, ihr Engel, und erhebt euch vom Tod,
ihr zahllosen Seelen,
und geht zu euren versprengten Leibern:
all die, die durch die Sintflut gestorben sind oder durch das Feuer sterben werden,
all die, die Krieg, Hunger, Alter, Seuchen, Gewaltherrschaft,
Verzweiflung, Gesetz oder Zufall erschlagen haben,und auch ihr,
deren Augen Gott erblicken werden, ohne jemals Todesschmerz gefühlt zu haben.
Doch lass sie noch ein wenig ruhen, Herr, und mich klagen,
denn wenn meine Sünden all diese übertreffen,
ist es zu spät, deine Gnade anzuflehen,
wenn wir erst dort sind. Hier, auf dieser bescheidenen Erde,
lehre mich Reue, denn das ist ebenso gut,
wie wenn du meine Vergebung durch dein Blut besiegelt hättest.