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- CPDL #15596: NoteWorthy Composer Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-12-03). Score information: A4, 1 page, 22 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Based on the edition from Cyber Hymnal™ - File Sizes: PDF: 22 KB, 2nd PDF: 23 KB, MIDI: 2 KB, NoteWorthy Composer: 1 KB, Sib4: 31 KB.
General Information
Title: St Cyprian
Composer: John Stainer
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 10 10. 10 10
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
Published: Tune: St. Cyprian, John Stainer, in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1875; Lyrics: Samuel J. Stone, Lyra Fidelium, 1866.
Description:
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Cyber Hymnal™ entry for Hymn tune “St Cyprian”:
Original text and translations
English text
- 1.
- Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,
- I look at Heav’n and long to enter in,
- But there no evil thing may find a home:
- And yet I hear a voice that bids me “Come.”
- 2.
- So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
- In the pure glory of that holy land?
- Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
- Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
- 3.
- The while I fain would tread the heav’nly way
- Evil is ever with me day by day;
- Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall:
- “Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all.”
- 4.
- It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;
- His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
- And His the blood that can for all atone,
- And set me faultless there before the throne.
- 5.
- ’Twas He Who found me on the deathly wild,
- And made me heir of Heav’n, the Father’s child,
- And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
- Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.
- 6.
- O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
- The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
- That in the Father’s courts my glorious dress
- May be the garment of Thy righteousness.
- 7.
- Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
- Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
- Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
- Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.
- 8.
- Naught can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,
- Yet let my full heart what it can bestow;
- Like Mary’s gift, let my devotion prove,
- Forgiven greatly, how greatly I love.
Lyrics: Samuel J. Stone, Lyra Fidelium, 1866.