Neglected Harp (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2015-08-25)   CPDL #36603:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-08-25).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 61 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1803. The other six stanzas of Newton's hymn added below, renumbered. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2015-08-25)   CPDL #36602:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-08-25).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 72 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The other six stanzas of Newton's hymn added below, renumbered.

General Information

Title: Neglected Harp
First Line: Take down thy long neglected harp
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: John Newton

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1803 in The Charlestown Collection, 1803, p. 3, for three voices: Treble-Tenor-Bass.

Description: Words by John Newton, 1779, in seven stanzas. Holden used the sixth stanza of Newton's hymn in his composition.

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Original text and translations

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1. My harp untuned, and laid aside
(To cheerful hours the harp belongs)
My cruel foes, insulting, cried,
“Come, sing us one of Zion’s songs.”

2. Alas! When sinners blindly bold,
At Zion scoff, and Zion’s King,
When zeal declines and love grows cold,
Is this a day for me to sing?

3. Time was, when-e’er the saints I met,
With joy and praise my bosom glowed;
But now, like Eli, sad I sit,
And tremble for the ark of God.

 

4. While thus to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline;
Methoughts I heard my Savior say,
“Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.”

5. Though for a time I hide my face,
Rely upon my love and power;
Still wrestle at a throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.

6. Take down thy long neglected harp,
I’ve seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer,
The winter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes repair.

 

7. Lord, I obey, my hopes revive,
Come join with me, ye saints, and sing:
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help, and healing bring.

Praying for a Revival by John Newton