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:'''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. | :'''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. |
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- 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: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1784
Description: According to Hymn Tune Index, tune was first recorded in 1784.
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Original text and translations
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.