Gospel Armor (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2015-02-10)   CPDL #34522:     
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-02-10).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 39 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. Holden published this work in 1803 with the first stanza of Watts' hymn in the first part in G, and half of the second stanza in a second part in E minor. I repeated the second part with the rest of stanza 2, and placed stanzas 3-4 and 5-6 in like manner below.
  • (Posted 2015-02-10)   CPDL #34523:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-02-10).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 64 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Holden published this work in 1803 with the first stanza of Watts' hymn in the first part in G, and half of the second stanza in a second part in E minor. I repeated the second part with the rest of stanza 2, and placed stanzas 3-4 and 5-6 in like manner below.

General Information

Title: Gospel Armor
First Line: Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1803 in The Charlestown Collection, 1803, p. 26

Description: Words by Isaac Watts, 1709, his Hymn 77 of Book 2.

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Original text and translations

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Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armor on,
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain-Savior's gone.

Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.

What though the prince of darkness rage,
And waste the fury of his spite,
Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps and endless night.

What though thine inward lusts rebel,
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.

Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.

There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.