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'''Description:''' According to Hymn Tune Index, tune was first recorded in 1784.
'''Description:''' According to Hymn Tune Index, tune was first recorded in 1784.


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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
{{Text|English|
Behold the rose of Sharon here,  
Behold the rose of Sharon here,
The lily which the vallies bear;  
The lily which the vallies bear;
Behold the tree of life that gives  
Behold the tree of life that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.


Amongst the thorns so lilies shine;  
Amongst the thorns so lilies shine;
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;  
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;
So in mine eyes my Savior proves,  
So in mine eyes my Savior proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.


Beneath the cooling shade I sat,  
Beneath the cooling shade I sat,
To shield me from the burning heat;  
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heav'ly fruit he spreads a feast,  
Of heav'ly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed mine eyes and please my taste.
To feed mine eyes and please my taste.


Kindly he brought me to the place  
Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace;  
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint, and o'er my head  
He saw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.
The banner of his love he spread.


With living bread and gen'rous wine,  
With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;  
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And op'ning his own heart to me,  
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts how kind they be.
He shows his thoughts how kind they be.


O never let my Lord depart;  
O never let my Lord depart;
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;  
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sins not once to move.  
I charge my sins not once to move.
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.}}
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.}}


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  • (Posted 2006-12-05)  CPDL #13203:     
Editor: Tim Henderson (submitted 2006-12-05).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 329 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: This version taken from Dyers Philadelphia Selection of Sacred Music 1828 where it is attributed to Arne. Few of the other citations in the Hymn Tune Index attribute the tune to Arne. Text is from Isaac Watts.

General Information

Title: Martin's Lane (Behold the Rose of Sharon here)
Composer: Thomas Arne
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

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

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1784

Description: According to Hymn Tune Index, tune was first recorded in 1784.

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

Behold the rose of Sharon here,
The lily which the vallies bear;
Behold the tree of life that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.

Amongst the thorns so lilies shine;
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;
So in mine eyes my Savior proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.

Beneath the cooling shade I sat,
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heav'ly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed mine eyes and please my taste.

Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.

With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts how kind they be.

O never let my Lord depart;
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sins not once to move.
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.