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- (Posted 2014-12-10) CPDL #33632:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-12-10). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 56 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval note edition.
- (Posted 2014-12-10) CPDL #33633:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-12-10). Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 59 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape).
General Information
Title: Warren
First Line: Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise
Composer: Daniel Read
Lyricist: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1785
Description: Published in The American Singing-Book, 1785. Words by Isaac Watts, 1709, his Hymn 28 of Book 2.
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Original text and translations
English text
Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise,
Converse awhile with death;
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.
His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulses faint and few;
Then, speechless, with a doleful groan
He bids the world adieu.
But O! the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.
Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts triumphant there;
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite despair.
And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?
O for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!
Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust,
And my flesh waits for thy command
To drop into my dust.