Repton (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)

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  • CPDL #18105:  Icon_pdf_globe.gif Icon_snd_globe.gif Icon_ly_ext.png
Editor: Mark Hamilton Dewey (submitted 2008-09-26).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 54 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: This arrangement by Mark Hamilton Dewey is set to the lyrics of Dear Lord and Father of Mankind (as seen on
  • CPDL #15382:       
Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2007-11-11).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 31 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: SATB version in English from the Cyber Hymnal™. harmonisation only.

General Information

Title: Repton
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Arranger: Mark Hamilton Dewey
Lyricist: John Greenleaf Whittier, in the Atlantic Monthly, April 1872

Number of voices: 4 & 6vv   Voicing: SATB and SSATBB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 86. 886

Language: English
Instruments: Piano or organ

First published: 1888


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Original text and translations

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Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways;
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word,
Rise up and follow Thee.

O Sabbath rest by Galilee,
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love!

With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.