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'''Description:''' Line 1 of Stanza 1 is by Niccolò Machiavelli, 1513; the remainder by Solomon Howe, 1804, in three stanzas. | '''Description:''' Line 1 of Stanza 1 is by Niccolò Machiavelli, 1513; the remainder by Solomon Howe, 1804, in three stanzas. | ||
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- (Posted 2017-11-22) CPDL #47668:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-11-22). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 40 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval note edition. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
- (Posted 2017-11-22) CPDL #47659:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-11-22). Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 41 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). All three stanzas included.
General Information
Title: Judea
Composer: Solomon Howe
Lyricist: Solomon Howe
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.
Description: Line 1 of Stanza 1 is by Niccolò Machiavelli, 1513; the remainder by Solomon Howe, 1804, in three stanzas.
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Original text and translations
English text
1. Virtue is forever growing
On its basis, joy and love;
Generous works forever flowing
Like the saints who reign above.
2. God, the source of every virtue,
Bids us imitate his Son;
That we may ascend to glory,
There adore him on his throne.
3. Sing his merits most sublimely,
Ransomer from hell and death;
To his praise we'll be devoted,
Thus employ our fleeting breath.