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==General Information==
 
==General Information==

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Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2013-11-25).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 64 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: The source is written for ATB with ATB clefs, but the current edition provides ATB and TTB versions.

General Information

Title: I am come into my garden
Composer: John Arnold

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicings: ATB and TTB
Genre: SacredMotet

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1759
Lyrics: Song of Solomon, ch.5, v.1,2

Description: An anthem from the Song of Solomon in "West Gallery" style.

From Arnold's Leicestershire Harmony, London 1759, "composed, in modern taste, for four voices, by an eminent master of the county of Leicester; and now first published for the use of country churches".

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Original text and translations

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I am come into my garden, my sister and my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice: I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey: I have drank my wine with my milk: eat, O friends: drink, yea drink abundantly, my beloved.
I sleep, but my heart it waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love and my dove: for my head is filled with the dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.