Emulation (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2015-07-13)  CPDL #36045:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-13).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 60 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. The other five stanzas from Steele's hymn added below. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2015-07-13)  CPDL #36044:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-13).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 66 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The other five stanzas from Steele's hymn added below.

General Information

Title: Emulation
First Line: Now let us raise our cheerful strains
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Anne Steele

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: First published in Plain Psalmody, 1800, p. 20. Words by Anne Steele, 1760, entitled The Exalted Savior, six stanzas.

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Original text and translations

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Now let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above;
There our exalted Savior reigns,
And there they sing His wondrous love.

While seraphs tune th' immortal song,
O may we feel the sacred flame;
And every heart and every tongue
Adore the Savior's glorious name.

Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expired,
Who died for rebels — yes, 'tis He!
How bright! how lovely! how admired!

Jesus, who died that we might live,
Died in the wretched traitor's place—
O what returns can mortals give,
For such immeasurable grace?

Were universal nature ours,
And art with all her boasted store,
Nature and art with all their powers
Would still confess the offerer poor!

Yet though for bounty so divine
We ne'er can equal honors raise,
Jesus, may all our hearts be Thine,
And all our tongues proclaim Thy praise.

The Exalted Savior by Anne Steele