Close of the Day (Hezekiah Moors)

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(Posted 2018-07-12) CPDL #50499:

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2018-07-12). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 59 kB Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Oval note edition. Four part version: Counter part written by B. C. Johnston, 2018, for TrCtTB. All two-stanza units included; the first two as in Moors. Re-formated 2023-12-04.

(Posted 2018-07-12) CPDL #50498:

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2018-07-12). Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 65 kB Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Four part version: Counter part written by B. C. Johnston, 2018, for TrCtTB. All two-stanza units included; the first two as in Moors. Re-formated 2023-12-03.

General Information

Title: Close of the Day
First Line: The night draws near, we must away
Composer: Hezekiah Moors
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: TrTB
Genre: Sacred, Set piece Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1809 in The Province Harmony, p. 121, for three voices: Treble-Tenor-Bass
Description: Words by an anonymous author, apparently first published in 1795, with four stanzas.

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Original text and translations

English text

A Collection of Hymns from Various Authors,
Leeds, England, 1795

1. The night draws on, I must away;
In hallelujahs close the day;
The sun sets in the western skies,
I never more may see him rise.

2. Hark! Angels chant their anthems high,
While on my death-like bed I lie;
Oh! spread your purple pinions round,
And may my sleep be sweet and sound.

3. If I awake before 'tis light,
Clad in the mantles of the night;
I’ll think the last great day is near;
The trumpet sounds, and all appear.

4 O! may I always ready stand,
With my lamp burning in my hand;
That when I hear the bridegroom's voice,
I may in sight of heaven rejoice.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the Use of Christians, Philadelphia, 1803

1. The night draws on, I must away,
With hallelujahs close the day;
The sun sets in the western skies,
I never more may see him rise.

2. Archangels chant your anthems high,
While on my grave-like bed I lie;
Your purple pinions spread around,
And let my sleep be sweet and sound.

3. And if I wake before the light,
Clad in the mansions of the night,
I'll think the last great day is near.
The trumpet sounds, and all appear.

4. Ye sons of men, no longer dream;
Your life is like the rolling stream,
Like yesterday 'tis past and gone;
Prepare to meet the great Three One.

Hezekiah Moors, The Province Harmony, 1809

1. The night draws near, we must away;
With hallelujahs close the day;
The sun sets in the western skies,
We never more may see him rise.

2. Bright angels, tune your anthems high,
While on our beds as graves we lie;
And spread your purple pinions round,
And may our sleep be sweet and sound.