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- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-06). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 60 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval note edition. The other two stanzas added below, as in 1800 printing. Counter by Barry C. Johnston, 2015. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-06). Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 60 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The two other stanzas added below, as printed in 1800. Counter by Barry C. Johnston, 2015.
General Information
Title: Dissolution
First Line: Death will dissolve the tenderest tie
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Description: Words by an unknown author. Perhaps they are by Holden, since this is their first appearance.
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Original text and translations
English text
Death will dissolve the tenderest tie
That nature forms below;
Our dearest friends are called to die,
And we are left in woe.
But should the summons be transferred
From those I love to me,
Think, O my soul, art thou prepared
The offended Judge to see?
O Savior, take my flinty heart,
And steep it in Thy blood;
Then, sanctified in every part,
I shall ascend to God.