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'''Description:''' No. 2 | '''Description:''' ''Six Modern Lyrics (1897):'' No. 2 | ||
# [[How sweet the answer (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|How sweet the answer]] | |||
# [[Since thou, O fondest (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Since thou, O fondest]] | |||
# ''If I had but two little wings'' (Coleridge) | |||
# [[There rolls the deep (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|There rolls the deep]] | |||
# ''What voice of gladness'' (Robert Seymour Bridges) | |||
# [[Music, when soft voices die (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Music, when soft voices die]] | |||
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- CPDL #16313: Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-10). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 69 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MIDI: 16 KB, Sib4: 48 KB. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
General Information
Title: Since thou, O fondest
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Robert Bridges
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1897
Description: Six Modern Lyrics (1897): No. 2
- How sweet the answer
- Since thou, O fondest
- If I had but two little wings (Coleridge)
- There rolls the deep
- What voice of gladness (Robert Seymour Bridges)
- Music, when soft voices die
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Original text and translations
English text
Since thou, O fondest and truest,
hast loved me best and longest,
And now with trust the strongest
the joy of my heart renewest;
Since thou art deared and dearer
while other hearts grow colder,
And ever, as love is older,
more lovingly drawest nearer.
Since now I see in the measure
of all my giving and taking,
Thou wert my hand in the making,
the sense and the soul of my pleasure;
The good I have repaid thee,
in heav'n I pray be recorded,
And all thy love rewarded,
by God, thy master that made thee.