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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-09-19).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 60 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1806. All six stanzas of Cowper's hymn included.
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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-09-19).   Score information: 254 x 177.8 mm, 1 page, 43 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). All six stanzas of Cowper's hymn included.

General Information

Title: Iceland
First Line: Winter has a joy for me
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: William Cowper

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 77. 77

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1806

Description: First published in The Sacred Minstrel, 1806, p. 56. Words by William Cowper, 1779, entitled I will praise the Lord at all times, with six stanzas.

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Original text and translations

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Winter has a joy for me,
While the Savior’s charms I read,
Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
In the snow–drop’s pensive head.

Spring returns, and brings along
Life–invigorating suns:
Hark! the turtle’s plaintive song,
Seems to speak his dying groans!

 

Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of his worth;
’Tis his sun that lights and warms,
His the air that cools the earth.

What, has autumn left to say
Nothing, of a Savior’s grace?
Yes, the beams of milder day
Tell me of his smiling face.

 

Light appears with early dawn
While the sun makes haste to rise,
See his bleeding beauties, drawn
On the blushes of the skies.

Evening, with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,
Shows an emblem of his grace,
Points to an eternal rest.