When like the hunted hind (Thomas Tallis)

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  • (Posted 2015-10-17)   CPDL #37239:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-10-17).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 67 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. A few minor edits, otherwise as written in 1567. Six more pairs of stanzas from Parker's paraphrase added. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-10-17).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 68 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Six more pairs of stanzas from Parker's paraphrase added.
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Editor: Tim Blickhan (submitted 2005-10-10).   Score information: Octavo, 1 page, 111 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.

General Information

Title: When like the hunted hind
Composer: Thomas Tallis
Lyricist: Matthew Parker

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 86 (S.M.) (actually 66. 446.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1567 in The Whole Psalter Translated.

Description: Words by Matthew Parker, 1567, paraphrase of Psalm 42, in fourteen stanzas.

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Original text and translations

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1. When like the hunted hind,
The water brooks desire,
E'en thus my soul,
That fainted is,
To Thee would fain aspire.

2. My soul did thirst to God,
To God of life and grace,
It said e'en thus:
When shall I come
To see God's lively face?

3. My tears in stead of meat
Both day and night they were:
While that all day
Rebukers said,
Where is thy God so far?

4. When this came soon to heart,
I yet recomfort felt:
And trust to lead
The people forth,
To go where Thou hast dwelt.

5. To joy in voice of mirth,
With lauds and thanks alway:
Among Thy folk,
When that they keep
So high their holy day.

6. Why cast thyself then down,
My soul, I said no less:
Why lay in me
So painfully
In woe and carefulness?

7. Put thou thy trust in God,
Let things not thee amaze:
I will Him thank
For all His help,
In sight of His good grace.

 

8. My God, my soul is vexed
With inward pains so thrill:
I mind Thy works
In Jordan yet,
So done next Hermon hill.

9. As deep to deep rebounds
At dreadful noise of showers,
Thy streams by course
So overflow,
My soul the pain devours.

10. But God yet will the day
To shine me grace to see:
My night of woe
Shall praise Him then,
Who kept yet life in me.

11. Thou art my strength, O God,
I might than plain in woe:
Why hast me thus
Forgot so quite,
So sad to go for foe.

12. It pierced my bones as sword,
To hear my foes in spite:
They daily thus
At me upbraid,
Where is thy God of might?

13. Why art thou then, my soul,
So vexed and prostrate so?
Why make in me
So much ado,
Where God is friend in woe?

14. I put my hope in God,
I trust in time and place,
He is my God,
Whom I will thank;
My face shall see His grace.