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==General Information==
==General Information==
'''Title:''' ''Bright reversion''<br>
'''Title:''' ''Bright reversion''<br>
'''First Line:''' When conscious grief laments sincere<br>
{{Composer|Oliver Holden}}
{{Composer|Oliver Holden}}
{{Lyricist|Anne Steele}}
{{Lyricist|Anne Steele}}


{{Voicing|3|STB}}<br>
{{Voicing|3|STB}}<br>
{{Genre|Sacred|Hymns}}
{{Genre|Sacred|Hymns}} &nbsp; {{meter|88. 88 (L.M.)}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Language|English}}
{{Instruments|A cappella}}
{{Instruments|A cappella}}
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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Text|English|
Ye humble souls, complain no more,
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest.


When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear;
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.
In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride:
In vain they boast their little stores,
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours.
A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health, and peace, and joy unite,
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every wish hath full supplies.}}
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A kingdom which can ne'er decay,
While time sweeps earthly thrones a way;
The state which power and truth sustain,
Unmoved forever must remain.
There shall your eyes with rapture view
The glorious friend that died for you;
That died to ransom, died to raise
To crowns of joy, and songs of praise.
Jesus, to thee I breathe my prayer,
Reveal, confirm my interest there:
Whatever my humble lot below,
This, this my soul desires to know.
O let me hear that voice divine
Pronounce the glorious blessing mine!
Enrolled among thy happy poor,
My largest wishes ask no more.}}
{{bottom}}''Happy poverty; or, the poor in spirit blessed'' by Anne Steele, based on Matthew 5:3
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Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape), otherwise as written in 1800. Three more pairs of stanzas from Steele's hymn added below (stanzas 3 and 4, 5 and 1, 7 and 8).

General Information

Title: Bright reversion
First Line: When conscious grief laments sincere
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Anne Steele

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1800

Description: First published in Plain Psalmody, 1800, p. 37. Words by Anne Steele, 1760, hymn entitled Happy poverty; or, the poor in spirit blessed, eight stanzas. Holden used stanzas two and six in his composition.

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Original text and translations

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Ye humble souls, complain no more,
Let faith survey your future store;
How happy, how divinely blest,
The sacred words of truth attest.

When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear;
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.

In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride:
In vain they boast their little stores,
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours.

A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health, and peace, and joy unite,
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And every wish hath full supplies.

 

A kingdom which can ne'er decay,
While time sweeps earthly thrones a way;
The state which power and truth sustain,
Unmoved forever must remain.

There shall your eyes with rapture view
The glorious friend that died for you;
That died to ransom, died to raise
To crowns of joy, and songs of praise.

Jesus, to thee I breathe my prayer,
Reveal, confirm my interest there:
Whatever my humble lot below,
This, this my soul desires to know.

O let me hear that voice divine
Pronounce the glorious blessing mine!
Enrolled among thy happy poor,
My largest wishes ask no more.

Happy poverty; or, the poor in spirit blessed by Anne Steele, based on Matthew 5:3