Champlain (Samuel Holyoke)

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  • (Posted 2016-10-18)   CPDL #41479:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-10-18).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 128 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: As written in 1791, with some assumptions about what parts the instruments play. Apparently this work was revised by Holyoke in 1806, in a publication not available. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.

General Information

Title: Champlain
First Line: Angels, roll the rock away
Composer: Samuel Holyoke
Lyricist: Thomas Scott

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: Mixed ensemble

First published: 1791 in Harmonia Americana, pp. 69-72

Description: Originally for For accompaniment by two violins, trombone, and bassoon (see Eskew and Kroeger 1998). Words adapted from a hymn by Thomas Scott, 1772, Angel! roll the rock away. Holyoke set four stanzas of Scott's hymn.

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Original text and translations

Original text and translations may be found at Angels, roll the rock away.

English.png English text

Holyoke 1791
Angels, roll the rock away,
Den of death, resign thy prey.
See, the Savior quits the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

Shout, shout ye seraphs, Gabriel, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise.
Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.

Saints of God, lift up your eyes,
See the Conqueror scale the skies.
Troops of angels on the road,
Hail and sing the incarnate God.

Heaven unfolds its portals wide,
Matchless hero, through them ride.
King of glory, mount thy throne,
Boundless empire is thine own.

Hallelujah, Amen.

 

Rippon's Selection, 1792
1. Angels, roll the rock away,
Death yield up thy mighty prey:
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

2. Tis the Savior, angels, raise
Fame's eternal trump of praise;
Let the earth's remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

3. Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise,
In long triumph up the sky,
Up to waiting worlds on high.

4. Heaven displays her portals wide,
Glorious hero, through them ride:
King of glory, mount thy throne,
Thy great Father's and thy own.