Psalm 148 (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2015-07-16)   CPDL #36111:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-16).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 61 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1800. The other four stanzas of Ogilvy's hymn added below. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2015-07-16)   CPDL #36110:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-16).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 62 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape), otherwise as written in 1800. The other four stanzas of Ogilvy's hymn added below.

General Information

Title: Psalm 148
First Line: Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: John Ogilvy

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 886. 886

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1800 in Plain Psalmody, p. 31, for three voices: Treble-Tenor-Bass.

Description: Words by John Ogilvy, 1769, in five stanzas.

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Original text and translations

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Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay;
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise the Almighty's name:
Lo! heaven and earth and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,
To swell th' inspiring theme.

Ye fields of light celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair,
Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim,
Tell how he formed your shining frame,
And breathed the fluid air.

Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all th' adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing:
Let every listening saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.

Let every element rejoice,
Ye thunder's burst with awful voice,
To him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare:
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

Let man, by noblest passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the thoughtful head,
In heavenly praise employ:
Spread his tremendous name around,
Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound,
The general burst of joy!