Review (Oliver Holden)

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• (Posted 2015-12-13)  CPDL #37837:       

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-12-13).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 90 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Oval note edition. One small edit, otherwise as written in 1806. All five stanzas of Browne's hymn included.

• (Posted 2015-12-13)  CPDL #37836:     

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-12-13).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 85 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). All five stanzas of Browne's hymn included.

General Information

Title: Review
First Line: When with my mind devoutly pressed
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Moses Browne

Number of voices: 2,4vv   Voicings: SB, TB or SATB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 886. 886

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1806 in The Young Convert's Companion for two parts, no. 18
    2nd published: 1806 in The Psalmodist's Assistant, Edition 2, no. 92
Description: Words by Moses Browne, 1739, with five stanzas.

Original text and translations

English text 1. When with my mind devoutly pressed, Dear Savior, my resolving breast Would past offenses trace; Trembling I make the black review, Yet pleased, behold, admiring too, The power of changing grace. 2. This tongue with blasphemies defiled, These feet to erring paths beguiled, In heavenly league agree. Who would believe such lips could praise, Or think from dark and winding ways, I e'er should turn to thee?

3. These eyes that once abused the light, Now lift to thee their watery sight, And weep a silent flood; These hands are raised in ceaseless prayer, O wash away the stains they wear, In pure redeeming blood. 4. These ears that once could entertain The midnight oath, the lustful strain, Around the festive board; Now deaf to all the enchanting noise, Avoid the throng, detest the joys, And long to hear thy word.

5. Thus art thou served in every part, Go on, blessed Lord to cleanse my heart, That drossy thing refine; That grace may nature's powers control, And a new creature, body, soul, Be all and wholly thine!