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In this trembling shadow, cast | |||
from those boughes which thy winds shake, | |||
Farre from humane troubles plac’d, | |||
Songs to the Lord would I make, | |||
Darknesse from my minde then take, | |||
For thy rites none may begin, | |||
Till they feele thy light within. | |||
As I sing, sweete flowers Ile strow, | |||
from the fruitfull vallies brought: | |||
Praising him by whom they grow, | |||
him that heaven and earth hath wrought, | |||
him that all things framde of nought, | |||
Him that all for man did make, | |||
But made man for his owne sake. | |||
Musicke all thy sweetnesse lend, | |||
while of his high power I speake, | |||
On whom all powers else depend, | |||
but my brest is now too weake, | |||
trumpets shrill the ayre should breake, | |||
All in vaine my sounds I raise, | |||
Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise.}} | |||
Musicke all thy sweetnesse lend, | |||
while of his high power I speake, | |||
On whom all powers else depend, | |||
but my brest is now too weake, | |||
trumpets shrill the ayre should breake, | |||
All in vaine my sounds I raise, | |||
Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise. | |||
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- CPDL #17308:
- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-06-21). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 122 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: SATB plus lute tablature (7 or 8 course, tenor G tuning)
General Information
Title: In this trembling shadow
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: A Pilgrimes Solace (1612), no. 12
Description: May be performed: SATB plus lute or, perhaps better, S/T, bass viol and lute, or S, 3 viols and lute.
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Original text and translations
English text
In this trembling shadow, cast
from those boughes which thy winds shake,
Farre from humane troubles plac’d,
Songs to the Lord would I make,
Darknesse from my minde then take,
For thy rites none may begin,
Till they feele thy light within.
As I sing, sweete flowers Ile strow,
from the fruitfull vallies brought:
Praising him by whom they grow,
him that heaven and earth hath wrought,
him that all things framde of nought,
Him that all for man did make,
But made man for his owne sake.
Musicke all thy sweetnesse lend,
while of his high power I speake,
On whom all powers else depend,
but my brest is now too weake,
trumpets shrill the ayre should breake,
All in vaine my sounds I raise,
Boundlesse power askes boundlesse praise.