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- CPDL #27191: Sibelius 7
- Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2012-09-21). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 57 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Original order of staves is 2d. - 1st. - [Instrumental bass] in the opening symphony, and Tenor - [Alto] - Treble - [Bass] - [Instrumental bass] thereafter. The 2nd part of the symphony after the verse is given on the Tenor stave in the source, but is given on the Alto stave in the present edition. The Alto part is notated in the treble clef at the upper octave in the source. The first verse of the text is underlaid in the source, with the other verses given here printed after the music.
General Information
Title: The festal morn, my God, is come
Composer: Thomas Clark
Lyricist: James Merrick
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo
Published: 1830
Description: This setting of verses from James Merrick's metrical version of Psalm 122 was published on pages 25-26 of Thomas Clark's A Ninth Set of Psalm Tunes, London, [c1830].
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Original text and translations
English text
The festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore:
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.
Be peace by each implor'd on thee,
O Salem, while with bended knee
To Jacob's God we pray:
How blest who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labour shall attend,
And safety guard his way.
O may'st thou, free from hostile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
No war's wild wastes deplore:
May plenty near thee take her stand,
And in thy courts with lavish hand
Distribute all her store.
Seat of my friends and brethren, hail!
How can my tongue, O Salem, fail
To bless thy lov'd abode!
How cease the zeal that in me glows
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose
The mansion of my God!