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<b>Title:</b> <i>My soul, there is a country</i><br>
<b>Title:</b> <i>My soul, there is a country</i><br>
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry}}
{{Composer|Charles Hubert Hastings Parry}}
{{Lyricist|Henry Vaughn}} (1622-1695) <br>
{{Lyricist|Henry Vaughn}} - (1622-1695) <br>


<b>Number of voices:</b> 4v &nbsp;&nbsp;<b>Voicing:</b>SATB<br>
<b>Number of voices:</b> 4v &nbsp;&nbsp;<b>Voicing:</b>SATB<br>
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Editor: John Henry Fowler (added 2005-11-12).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 107 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Toby Wardman (added 2003-05-13).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 136 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: John Henry Fowler (added 2001-05-03).   Score information: Letter, 9 pages, 188 kbytes    Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: My soul, there is a country
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Henry Vaughncreate page - (1622-1695)

Number of voices: 4v   Voicing:SATB
Genre: Secular, Anthem

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella

Published: 1918

Description: Number 1 in a set of 6 known as the "Songs of Farewell "

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Original text and translations

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My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
All skilful in the wars:


There, above noise and danger
Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles
And One, born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.


He is thy gracious friend
And, O my soul, awake!
Did in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.


If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flow'r of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress and thy ease.


Leave then thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure
But One who never changes,
Thy God, thy life, thy cure.


Henry Vaughn (1622-1695)