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CPDL #20716: Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2009-12-30). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 105 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
- CPDL #10091: Sibelius 4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2005-11-12). Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 107 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- CPDL #5038: Sibelius 2
- Editor: Toby Wardman (submitted 2003-05-13). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 136 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
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- CPDL #2550: Encore
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2001-05-03). Score information: Letter, 9 pages, 188 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: newer version available in Sibelius format.
- Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Bar 62 Bass & accompaniment should have D as the second note rather than C
General Information
Title: My soul, there is a country
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Henry Vaughan (1622-1695)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, 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
English text
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.