Let us lift up our heart (Samuel Sebastian Wesley)

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  • CPDL #32452:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2014-07-15).   Score information: A4, 33 pages, 321 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Reformatting of #7114. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • CPDL #07114:   
Editor: Douglas Brooks-Davies (submitted 2004-05-28).   Score information: A4, 35 pages, 1.25 MB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: Let us lift up our heart
Composer: Samuel Sebastian Wesley

Number of voices: 8vv   Voicing: SATB.SATB

Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

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Description: The final section is also set separately at Thou judge of quick and dead.

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Original text and translations

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Let us lift up our heart with our hands unto God in the heavens.
Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the Lord.
Thou, O Lord, art our Father, our Redeemer; Thy name is from everlasting.
Doubtless Thou art our Father, Thy name is from everlasting.
Be not very sore, O Lord; behold, see we beseech Thee,
we are all Thy people
Oh! Thou wouldst rend the heav’ns and come down,
that the mountains might flow down at Thy presence.

Be not very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever.
But we are at all as an unclean thing; we all do fade as a leaf.
Thou, O Lord, art our Father. We are Thine, O Lord.
Thy name is from everlasting.
We are the clay and Thou our potter;
We are the work of Thine hand.
We are Thine, O Lord.

Thou, O Lord, art the thing that I long for;
Thou art my hope, even from my youth.
Through Thee have I been holden up ever since I was born:
Go not far from me, O God.
My God, haste Thee to help me.
In Thee, O Lord, have I put my trust.

Thou judge of quick and dead, before whose bar severe,
With holy joy or guilty dread we all shall soon appear;
Do Thou our souls prepare for that tremendous day;
And fill us now with watchful care,
and teach our hearts to pray.