When day's shadows lengthen (Joseph Barnby)

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  • (Posted 2018-11-12)   CPDL #51845:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2018-11-12).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 52 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Transcribed from the edition on IMSLP. Note values halved. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.

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Title: When day's shadows lengthen
Composer: Joseph Barnby
Lyricist: Frederick George Lee

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 65. 65. 65

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1897 in Hymn Tunes, no. 57, p. 26

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Original text and translations

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1  When day's shadows lengthen,
Jesus, be Thou near;
Pardon, comfort, strengthen,
Chase away our fear;
Love and hope be deepened,
Faith more strong and dear.

2  When the night grows darkest,
And the stars are pale,
When the foe assembles
In death's misty vale,
Be Thou sword and buckler,
Be Thou shield and mail.

3  Come, Thou Food of angels.
Source of every grace,
In Thy Father’s mansions
Give us soon a place,
That unveiled in splendour,
We may see Thy face.


4  By the Jordan's ripple
Passing through the shade,
Let us hear that promise
Once forever made;
It is I, thy Jesus,
Be not thou afraid.

5  Then be near us, Jesus,
Enemies shall flee;
Hidden God and Saviour,
Thou our Comfort be,
Food and Priest and Victim,
Let us feed on Thee.


6  So shall no fears chill us
that unknown shore,
For in death He conquered
And can die no more.
His hand guards and guides us
To the City's door.

7 . Blessed warfare over,
Endless Rest alone.
Tears no more, nor sorrow,
Neither sigh, nor moan,
But a song of triumph
Round about the Throne.