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- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-05-06). Score information: Letter (landscape), 1 page, 29 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Music as in 1778, note shapes changed (4-shape). Stanzas 2-4 added from Isaac Watts 1719 Hymn 58.
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-05-06). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 29 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval-note edition.
General Information
Title: Dorchester
Composer: William Billings
Lyricist: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1778
Description: Words by Isaac Watts, 1719, his Hymn 58.
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Original text and translations
English text
Time, what an empty vapor 'tis!
And days, how swift they are!
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.
'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
And we are clothed with love;
While grace stands pointing out the road
That leads our souls above.
His goodness runs an endless round;
All glory to the Lord!
His mercy never knows a bound,
And be his name adored!
Thus we begin the lasting song;
And when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,
Till time and nature dies.