Hail happy morn, thrice happy we (Joseph Key)

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CPDL #22378: Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif Sibelius 3
Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2010-09-28).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 37 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: The time signature of the duple-time verse section is retorted time in the source. Notes printed as small ornamental notes in the source have been written out in full in this edition. The text for the first verse and the chorus only are underlaid in the source: the three subsequent verses are printed after the music, each followed by 'Sweet Hallelujah, &c.' (implying that the chorus should be sung after each verse) and have been underlaid editorially.

General Information

Title: Hail happy morn, thrice happy we
Composer: Joseph Key

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredCarol

Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo
Published: 1785

Description: 'Hail happy morn, thrice happy we' was published on p43 of Joseph Key's third book, Five Anthems, Four Collects, Twenty Psalm Tunes [1785], and is the first of three carols in that book. The text is anonymous, but is given in full with the music. Hymn Tune Index tune number 4550.


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Original text and translations

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Hail happy morn, thrice happy we,
Who from our bondage are set free:
From Jesse’s line doth spring a ray,
Shall turn our darksome night to day.
Sweet Hallelujah let us sing
To God, our Saviour and our King.

Hark, a glad voice the sinner cheers,
Prepare the way, a God appears;
A God! a God! lost man to save
From hell, destruction, and the grave.
Sweet Hallelujah let us sing
To God, our Saviour and our King.

The Saviour’s come, by prophets told,
The deaf do hear, the blind behold,
The dumb do speak, the dead are rais’d,
The lame do walk, and sing his praise.
Sweet Hallelujah let us sing
To God, our Saviour and our King.

Let no dark clouds obstruct the morn
Whereon the Lord of life was born,
Let mortals join to sing his fame,
And duly celebrate the same.
Sweet Hallelujah let us sing
To God, our Saviour and our King.