O let me in th'accepted hour (Joseph Haydn)

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  • (Posted 2016-01-09)   CPDL #38118:           
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Edition notes: The first verse only of the text is underlaid in the source, with the other four verses given here printed after the music. The first note of the penultimate bar in the upper two parts, given here as a crotchet, is printed in the source as a small crotchet grace note slurred to a full-sized minim.
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General Information

Title: O let me in th'accepted hour
Composer: Joseph Haydn
Lyricist: James Merrick

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB
Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1794

Description: A setting by Haydn of verses from James Merrick's metrical version of Psalm 69:13-17, from p300 of the collection Improved Psalmody (London, 1794), compiled by William Dechair Tattersall. This setting is attributed to 'Dr. Haydn' in the source. Hymn Tune Index tune number 6938.

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Original text and translations

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O let me in th'accepted hour
In prayer to thee my spirit pour;
Thine ear, O Lord, propitious bend,
And pleased, thy promised help extend.

Snatch from the miry depths my feet;
Back let my furious foes retreat:
Safe from their hate thy servant keep,
Nor leave him sinking in the deep.

O then the swelling storm assuage,
Ere yet the flood's remorseless rage
In dreadful whirlpools wrap me round,
And plunge me in the dark profound.

Hear, Lord, and to my soul display
Thy mercy's all-enliv'ning ray:
Look down, eternal God, look down;
Behold me, but without a frown.

Ne'er to thy servant's longing eye
Thy face, amidst my foes, deny:
Haste to my aid, O haste thee near;
Release my soul from hostile fear.