Hymn to Music (Dudley Buck)

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  • CPDL #28208:        (Sibelius 7)
Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2013-02-02).   Score information: A4, 10 pages, 197 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Hymn to Music
Composer: Dudley Buck
Lyricist: Charles J. Spraguecreate page

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB with divisi
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1877

Description: Originally published by G. Schimer, 1877. Source for this edition J. Curwin and Sons as part of the choral handbook No. 566

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

O Kunst, du heiliger Tempel der Welt!
An deinen Stufen knien Meister und falten die Hände;
des Lorbeers grünende Zweige schlingen um deine Säulen sich
und ranken die Blätter um jegliches Haupt.

Musik ertönt! Der heilige Klang
der Orgel braust und die Posaunen erschallen!
Bald klagt es leise wie Flötenhauch den Sternen zu,
bald stürmen und rauschen aufbrausend die Klänge mit Donnergewalt!

Und das Menschenherz lauscht den heiligen Tönen;
und aus den Augen rieselt der Tränenquell;
dann richtet es hoffend sich wieder empor, zu himmlischen Fernen hinan!
Das hat Musik getan, Musik, die göttliche Kunst!

English.png English text

O Art! thou holiest temple of earth,
Upon thy threshold kneeleth the master, with hands silent folded,
The ivy twineth its branches, coileth round thy columns fair,
And drapeth in verdure thy arches above.
 
Music awakes! The glorious swell of organ tones,
Tubas and trumpets resounding;
Now breathing softly like a gentle flute to stars above;
Now rushing and roaring in tempest, arising like thunder it rolls,
 
And the heart of man hears the tones so majestic,
And from his eyes unbidden the tears are shed.
Then rising in rapture all hopeful it soars to regions of glory on high.
All this hath music wrought. O Art! O glorious Art!