Funeral Hymn (1800) (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2015-07-22)  CPDL #36224:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-22).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 51 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1800. The other four stanzas added below, from Sacred Dirges. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2015-07-22)  CPDL #36223:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-22).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 50 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape), otherwise as written in 1800. The other four stanzas taken from Sacred Dirges.

General Information

Title: Funeral Hymn (1800)
First Line: Up to Thy throne, almighty King
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB

Genre: Sacred   Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: Words by an unknown author (see Music 1998).

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Original text and translations

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1. Up to Thy throne, almighty King,
We raise our streaming eyes;
In humble notes of judgment sing,
And breathe our plaintive sighs.

2. Into Thy bosom, Father, friend,
Our mighty griefs we pour;
Thine ear of pity to us lend --
Console this gloomy hour.

3. In Thy rich gift, O bounteous heaven,
Was blessed our infant land;
Now when Thou claim the favor given,
We bend to Thy command.

4. Glory to God: His ways are just,
And every purpose wise;
What though our bodies sleep in dust,
Th' immortal soul shall rise.

5. Then to Thy throne, eternal King,
We'll raise our tearless eyes;
In joyful notes Thy mercy sing,
While time and nature dies.