Cowper (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2015-09-23)  CPDL #36876:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-09-23).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 62 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1803. The other four stanzas from Cowper's hymn added below. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2015-09-23)  CPDL #36875:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-09-23).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 138 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The other four stanzas of Cowper's hymn added.

General Information

Title: Cowper
First Line: Forgive the song that falls so low
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: William Cowper

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Sacred   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: Words by William Cowper, 1779, his Hymn 81, in five stanzas. Holden used the last stanza of Cowper's hymn in his composition.

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Original text and translations

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Almighty King! whose wondrous hand,
Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more.

Thy Providence supplies my food,
And ’tis Thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourished by Thy word,
Let soul and body praise the Lord.

 

My streams of outward comfort came
From Him, who built this earthly frame;
Whate’er I want His bounty gives,
By whom my soul for ever lives.

Either His hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From Satan’s malice shields my breast,
Or overrules it for the best.

 

Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means Thy praise, however poor,
An angel’s song can do no more.

Grace and Providence by William Cowper