- (Posted 2016-12-26) CPDL #42414:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-12-26). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 82 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1801. All six stanzas of Wesley's hymn included. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
- (Posted 2016-12-26) CPDL #42413:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-12-26). Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 68 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). All six stanzas of Wesley's hymn included.
First Line: Hosanna to Jesus on high
Composer: Timothy Swan
Lyricist: Charles Wesley
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred Meter: 88. 88. D (L.M.D.)
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1801 in Swan's New England Harmony, p. 50
Description: Words by Charles Wesley, 1746, Funeral Hymns No. 4, with six stanzas.
Original text and translations
1. Hosanna to Jesus on high!
Another is entered his rest,
Another is ’scaped to the sky,
And lodged in Immanuel’s breast:
The soul of our sister is gone
To heighten the triumph above,
Exalted to Jesus’s throne,
And clasped in the arms of his love.
2. What fullness of rapture is there,
While Jesus his glory displays,
And purples the heavenly air,
And scatters the odors of grace!
He looks—and his servants in light,
The blessing ineffable meet!
He smiles—and they faint at the sight,
And fall overwhelmed at his feet!
3. How happy the angels that fall,
Transported at Jesus’s name!
The saints whom he soonest shall call
To share in the feast of the Lamb!
No longer imprisoned in clay,
Who next from his dungeon shall fly,
Who first shall be summoned away?
My merciful God—is it I!
4. O Jesus, if this be thy will
That suddenly I should depart,
Thy counsel of mercy reveal,
And whisper the call to my heart:
O give me a signal to know
If soon thou wouldst have me remove,
And leave the dull body below,
And fly to the regions of love.
5. Thou know'st in the spirit of prayer
I groan for a speedy release,
And long have I pined to be there
Where sorrow and misery cease:
Where all the temptation is past,
And loss and affliction is o’er,
And anguish is ended at last,
And trouble and death are no more.
6. Come then to my rescue (I pray
For this, and for nothing beside)
Make ready, and bear me away,
Thy weary disconsolate bride:
The days of my mourning and pain
Cut short, and in pity set free,
And give me to rest, and to reign
For ever, and ever in thee.