Menotomy (Samuel Babcock)

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  • (Posted 2016-07-08)   CPDL #40267:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-07-08).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 61 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. Two more pairs of stanzas included from Steele's hymn. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2016-07-08)   CPDL #40266:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-07-08).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 41 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Two more pairs of stanzas included from Steele's hymn.

General Information

Title: Menotomy
First Line: To Jesus, our exalted Lord
Composer: Samuel Babcock
Lyricist: Anne Steele

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: SacredSet piece   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1803 in Babcock's A Middlesex Harmony, 1803, p. 105

Description: Words by Anne Steele, 1760, entitled Communion with Christ at his Table, with six stanzas. Babcock used the first two stanzas of Steele's hymn in his composition.

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Original text and translations

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1. To Jesus, our exalted Lord,
(Dear name, by heaven and earth adored!)
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise.

2. But all the notes which mortals know,
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.

 

3. Yet while around his board we meet.
And worship at his glorious feet;
O let our warm affections move
In glad returns of grateful love.

4. Yes, Lord, we love and we adore,
But long to know and love thee more;
And while we taste the bread and wine,
Desire to feed on joys divine.

 

5. Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love displayed,
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.

6. Let humble penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow,
And thy forgiving smiles impart
Life, hope, and joy, to every heart.