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{{Vs|1}} O Lord, my God,do Thou Thy holy will: | |||
I will lie still. | |||
I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm, | |||
And break the charm | |||
Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast, | |||
In perfect rest. | |||
{{Vs|2}} To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart | |||
Doth Christ impart | |||
The virtue of His midnight agony, | |||
When none was nigh, | |||
Save God and one good angel, to assuage | |||
The tempest's rage. | |||
{{Vs|3}} "O Father, not my will, but Thine, be done," | |||
So spake the Son. | |||
Be this our charm, mellowing earth's ruder noise | |||
Of griefs and joys; | |||
That we may cling for ever to Thy breast | |||
In perfect rest.}} | |||
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[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] |
Revision as of 08:13, 12 December 2018
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2018-12-12). Score information: A4, 1 page, 58 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transcribed from the edition on IMSLP. Note values halved. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: O Lord, my God, do Thou Thy holy will
Tune: Keble
Composer: Joseph Barnby
Lyricist: John Keble
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 10 4. 10 4. 10 4
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Description: No.196 from Hymn Tunes by Joseph Barnby.
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Original text and translations
English text
1 O Lord, my God,do Thou Thy holy will:
I will lie still.
I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm,
And break the charm
Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast,
In perfect rest.
2 To the still wrestlings of the lonely heart
Doth Christ impart
The virtue of His midnight agony,
When none was nigh,
Save God and one good angel, to assuage
The tempest's rage.
3 "O Father, not my will, but Thine, be done,"
So spake the Son.
Be this our charm, mellowing earth's ruder noise
Of griefs and joys;
That we may cling for ever to Thy breast
In perfect rest.