Rest (John Stainer)

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Editor: John Henry Fowler (added 2007-12-03).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 21 kbytes       Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Based on the edition from CyberHymnal - File Sizes: PDF: 25 KB, 2nd PDF: 23 KB, MIDI: 2 KB, NWC: 2 KB, Sib4: 31 KB.

General Information

Title: Rest
Composer: John Stainer

Number of voices: 4vv  Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymns     Meter:   (88.88.88)
Language: English
Instruments: piano/organ
Published: Tune: Rest, John Stain­er, 1875; Lyrics: Poss­i­bly Row­land Hill (1744-1833); this hymn ap­peared in the Sup­ple­ment to his Psalms and Hymns, 1796.


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External websites:

Cyber Hymnal entry for Hymn tune "Rest":

http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/w/s/wshilove.htm


Original text and translations

Image:English.png English text


1.
We sing His love, who once was slain,
Who soon o’er death revived again,
That all His saints through Him might have
Eternal conquests o’er the grave.
Refrain:
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.


1.
The saints who now with Jesus sleep
His own almighty power shall keep,
Till dawns the bright illustrious day
When death itself shall die away.
Refrain.


2.
How loud shall our glad voices sing,
When Christ His risen saints shall bring,
From beds of dust and silent clay,
To realms of everlasting day!
Refrain.


3.
When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be complete,
When landed on that heavenly shore,
Death and the curse will be no more.
Refrain.


4.
Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,
And this delightful scene display,
When all Thy saints from death shall rise
Raptured in bliss beyond the skies.
Refrain.


Lyrics: Poss­i­bly Row­land Hill (1744-1833)

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