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<poem> | |||
How oft, instinct with warmth divine, | |||
Thy threshold have I trod! | |||
How loved the courts, whose walls enshrine | |||
The glory of my God! | |||
O let me not, the vengeance share, | |||
That waits the guilty tribe, | |||
Whose murderous hands each mischief dare, | |||
And grasp the offered bribe. | |||
O | But pour, O pour, while thus I thread, | ||
The path by Thee prepared, | |||
Thy beams of mercy on my head, | |||
And round me plant a guard. | |||
Thou, Lord, my steps hast fixed aright, | |||
And pleased shalt hear my tongue | |||
With Israel's thankful sons unite | |||
To form the festal song. | |||
</poem> | |||
Thou, Lord, my steps hast fixed aright, | |||
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- Editor: Helmut Kickton (submitted 2004-03-13). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 80 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: with editor's string, brass parts
General Information
Title: Psalm 26 - How oft, instinct with warmth divine
Composer: Franz Joseph Haydn
Lyricist: James Merrick, on Ps. 26
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
Original text and translations may be found at Psalm 26.
English text
How oft, instinct with warmth divine,
Thy threshold have I trod!
How loved the courts, whose walls enshrine
The glory of my God!
O let me not, the vengeance share,
That waits the guilty tribe,
Whose murderous hands each mischief dare,
And grasp the offered bribe.
But pour, O pour, while thus I thread,
The path by Thee prepared,
Thy beams of mercy on my head,
And round me plant a guard.
Thou, Lord, my steps hast fixed aright,
And pleased shalt hear my tongue
With Israel's thankful sons unite
To form the festal song.