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'''Title:''' '' | '''Title:''' ''O wash my soul from every sin''<br> | ||
{{Composer|Stephen Jenks}} | {{Composer|Stephen Jenks}} | ||
'''Tune:''' ''Goshen''<br> | |||
{{Lyricist|Isaac Watts}} | |||
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br> | {{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br> | ||
{{Genre|Sacred| | {{Genre|Sacred|Hymns}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|A cappella}} | {{Instruments|A cappella}} | ||
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Would light on some sweet promise there, | Would light on some sweet promise there, | ||
Some sure support against despair. | Some sure support against despair. | ||
</poem> | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Classical music]] | [[Category:Classical music]] | ||
Revision as of 20:11, 6 May 2014
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- Editor: Tim Risher (submitted 2011-05-06). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 74 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: The unusual sounding notes are correct - ie, m2, the C-G-F-C chord. The original is in e minor.
General Information
Title: O wash my soul from every sin
Composer: Stephen Jenks
Tune: Goshen
Lyricist: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1805
Description: Early American music; although not shapenote, his music appears in many later shapenote books.
Original text and translations
English text
O wash my soul from ev'ry sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
and past offences pain my eyes.
My lips with shame my sins confess
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condem'd, but thou art clear.
Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.