All Things Fair and Bright are Thine (Oliver Shaw)

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  • (Posted 2019-11-19)  CPDL #55986:         
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2019-11-19).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 69 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: A few minor edits, otherwise as written in 1817.

General Information

Title: All Things Fair and Bright are Thine
First Line: Thy art, O God, the life and light
Composer: Oliver Shaw
Lyricist: Thomas Moore

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicings: SS, ST or TT
Genre: SacredUnknown

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1817 in a separate by Oliver Shaw, Providence
Description: "Sung at the oratorio performed by the Handel and Haydn Society in Boston, July 5th, 1817, in presence of the President of the United States [James Monroe]. Published and sold by O. Shaw, at his Musical Repository, Providence [Rhode Island]." Words by Thomas Moore, 1816, in four stanzas of meter 88. 88. 88. Shaw used the first four lines of the first stanza in his composition.

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Original text and translations

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1. Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine!

2. When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven —
Those hues, that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord! are thine.


3. When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes —
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord! are thine.

4. When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the summer wreathes
Is born beneath that kindling eye.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.