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Lo! the peaceful shades of evening, | |||
Slowly falling all around, | |||
Hush to silence, ever deep'ning, | |||
Ev'ry voice and ev'ry sound, | |||
Soon, in darkness deep enshrouded. | |||
Weary nature will repose; | |||
As a life, by sorrow clouded, | |||
Sinks to rest from all its woes. | |||
When the first bright rays of morning | |||
Tinge with gold each mountain height, | |||
To Creation giving warning, | |||
Day has broken through the night! | |||
Then, thanksgivings without number, | |||
From the earth to heav'n will rise; | |||
As the soul from mortal slumber | |||
Wings its flight beyond the skies! | |||
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[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
Revision as of 21:30, 5 January 2020
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-01-05). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 92 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Lo! the peaceful shades of evening
Composer: John Liptrot Hatton
Lyricist: Walter Maynard
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1875 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 364
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Original text and translations
English text
Lo! the peaceful shades of evening,
Slowly falling all around,
Hush to silence, ever deep'ning,
Ev'ry voice and ev'ry sound,
Soon, in darkness deep enshrouded.
Weary nature will repose;
As a life, by sorrow clouded,
Sinks to rest from all its woes.
When the first bright rays of morning
Tinge with gold each mountain height,
To Creation giving warning,
Day has broken through the night!
Then, thanksgivings without number,
From the earth to heav'n will rise;
As the soul from mortal slumber
Wings its flight beyond the skies!