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:'''Edition notes:''' Transcribed from "The American Vocalist"
:'''Edition notes:''' Transcribed from "The American Vocalist"

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Editor: Tim Henderson (submitted 2010-11-13).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 385 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Transcribed from "The American Vocalist"

General Information

Title: Fluvanna
Composer: Abraham Maxim
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description: From the preface to the American Vocalist ( D H Mansfield ,Boston 1849) The fact is, the old composers were probably better acquainted both with God and man. They had studied human nature as well as scientific theories. Many of them were holy men, and their music, composed among the hills and forests of Puritanic New England, is but an embodiment of pious devotion. This will explain the reason why old Majesty, and Fluvanna, will make the eyes of a congregation sparkle,........ http://people.bethel.edu/~rhomar/Prefaces/TheAmericanVocalist1849.htm

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Original text and translations

Original text and translations may be found at Psalm 5.

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Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye.

Up to the hills, where Christ is gone
To plead for all His saints,
Presenting at His Father’s throne,
Our songs and our complaints.