Lena (Daniel Belknap)

From ChoralWiki
Revision as of 06:23, 18 February 2019 by CHGiffen (talk | contribs) (Text replacement - "{{meter|" to "{{Meter|")
Jump to navigation Jump to search

Music files

L E G E N D Disclaimer How to download
ICON SOURCE
Icon_pdf.gif Pdf
Icon_snd.gif Midi
MusicXML.png MusicXML
File details.gif File details
Question.gif Help
  • (Posted 2015-11-22)  CPDL #37624:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-11-22).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 80 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. One minor edit, otherwise as written in 1794. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2015-11-22)  CPDL #37623:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-11-22).   Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 78 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape).

General Information

Title: Lena
First Line: See the Lord of glory dying
Composer: Daniel Belknap
Lyricist: Joseph Hart

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Sacred   Meter: 887. 887

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.

Description: Words by Joseph Hart, 1769, hymn entitled The Brazen Serpent, with six stanzas. Belknap used the last stanza of Hart's hymn in his composition.

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

1. When the chosen tribes debated
'Gainst their God, as hardly treated,
And complained their hopes were spilled;
God, for murmuring to requite them,
Fiery serpents sent to bite them,
Lively type of deadly guilt.

2. Stung by these they soon repented:
And their God as soon relented.
Moses prayed: He answer gave.
"Serpents are the beasts that strike them,
Make of brass a serpent like them,
That's the way I choose to save."

 

3. Vain was bandage, oil, or plaster:
Rankling venom killed the faster;
Till the serpent moses took,
Reared it high, that all might view it,
Bid the bitten look up to it:
Life attended every look.

4. Jesus thus, for sinners smitten,
Wounded, bruised, serpent-bitten,
To his cross directs their faith.
Why should I then poison cherish?
Why despair of care, and perish?
Look, my soul, though stung to death.

 

5. Thine's (alas!) a lost condition
Works cannot work thee remission:
Nor thy goodness do thee good.
Death's within thee, all about thee;
But the remedy's without thee:
See it in the Savior's blood.

6. See the Lord of glory dying!
See him gasping! Hear him crying!
See his burdened bosom heave!
Look, ye sinners, ye that hung him;
Look, how deep your sins have stung him!
Dying sinners, look, and live.