Ye boundless realms of joy (Thomas Clark)
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- CPDL #24232:
Sibelius 6
- Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2011-08-23). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 39 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: The original order of staves is 2d. - 1st. - [Instrumental bass] in the introductory symphony, and Tenor - [Alto] - Treble - [Bass] - [Instrumental bass] in the remainder of the piece. The intermediate and concluding symphonies are printed in the source with 2nd part given on the tenor stave: this has been given on the Alto stave in the present edition, and is given at the same octave here as in the source (it has not been transposed by an octave in transcription). The alto part is notated in the treble clef at the upper octave in the source. The second, third and fourth verses of the text are printed after the music in the source, and have here been underlaid editorially.
General Information
Title: Ye boundless realms of joy
Composer: Thomas Clark
Lyricists: Nahum Tate and Nicholas Brady (from A new version of the psalms of David)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo
Published: 1807
Description: A setting of Psalm 148 in the metrical New Version, by Thomas Clark, from pages 17-18 of his collection A Second Set of Psalm Tunes (London, [c1807]). Hymn Tune Index tune number 11888.
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Original text and translations
English text
Ye boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your maker's fame:
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame:
Your voices raise, ye cherubim
And seraphim to sing his praise.
Thou moon, that rul'st the night
And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glitt'ring stars of light
To him your homage pay:
His praise declare, ye heav'ns above
And clouds that move in liquid air.
Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;
And all shall last from changes free:
His firm decree stands ever fast.
Let earth her tribute pay,
Praise him, ye dreadful whales,
And fish that through the sea
Glide swift with shining scales.
Fire, hail and snow, and misty air,
And winds that, where he bids them, blow.