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- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-22). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 51 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1800. The other four stanzas added below, from Sacred Dirges. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-07-22). Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 50 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape), otherwise as written in 1800. The other four stanzas taken from Sacred Dirges.
General Information
Title: Funeral Hymn (1800)
First Line: Up to Thy throne, almighty King
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Description: First published in Sacred Dirges, 1800, p. 23, for three voices: Treble-Tenor-Bass. Words by an unknown author (see Music 1998).
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Original text and translations
English text
1. Up to Thy throne, almighty King,
We raise our streaming eyes;
In humble notes of judgment sing,
And breathe our plaintive sighs.
2. Into Thy bosom, Father, friend,
Our mighty griefs we pour;
Thine ear of pity to us lend --
Console this gloomy hour.
3. In Thy rich gift, O bounteous heaven,
Was blessed our infant land;
Now when Thou claim the favor given,
We bend to Thy command.
4. Glory to God: His ways are just,
And every purpose wise;
What though our bodies sleep in dust,
Th' immortal soul shall rise.
5. Then to Thy throne, eternal King,
We'll raise our tearless eyes;
In joyful notes Thy mercy sing,
While time and nature dies.