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''by [[User:Mick Swithinbank|Mick Swithinbank]] | |||
<poem>Hush, sweet infant, go to sleep, | |||
Let calm descend: no longer weep. | |||
Child so tiny, cease your cries, | |||
Hush, sweet infant, close your eyes. | |||
Let rest restore you, Jesus sweet, | |||
See us fall before your feet. | |||
Why these tears, you sweet child? | |||
Do you fear the wind so wild? | |||
Or has some sorrow stricken you | |||
Beyond our power to subdue? | |||
Though now you lie in an ox's stall, | |||
Yet you remain God of all. | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #21313:
Finale 2008
- Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2010-03-28). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 85 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Sus, sus, soete kintjen teer
Composer: Jan Van der Wielen
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: Dutch
Instruments: Basso continuo
Published: 1665
Description:
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Original text and translations
Dutch text
Sus, sus, soete kintjen teer,
hout op dan en weent niet meer,
Ghy syt noch te jonck en cleen,
sus, sus, soete kintjen reen,
ey swijgt soeten Jesus goet,
siet wij vallen u te voet.
Waerom weent ghy soete kint,
doet u leet den stoeren wint,
ist omdat ghy syt vercleent
dat ghy nu so seere weent,
al licht ghy in eenen stal,
nochtans sydt ghy Godt van al.
English translation
by Mick Swithinbank
Hush, sweet infant, go to sleep,
Let calm descend: no longer weep.
Child so tiny, cease your cries,
Hush, sweet infant, close your eyes.
Let rest restore you, Jesus sweet,
See us fall before your feet.
Why these tears, you sweet child?
Do you fear the wind so wild?
Or has some sorrow stricken you
Beyond our power to subdue?
Though now you lie in an ox's stall,
Yet you remain God of all.