- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-06-18). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 79 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval note edition. Four more pairs of stanzas included from Barbauld's hymn.
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-06-18). Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 79 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Four more pairs of stanzas included from Barbauld's hymn.
Title: Auspicious Morn
First Line: Again the Lord of life and light
Composer: Samuel Babcock
Lyricist: Anna Barbauld
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred, Set piece Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1806 in The Psalmodist's Assistant, Edition 2, p. 81
Description: Words by Anna Barbauld, 1772, with eleven stanzas. Babcock used the first and third stanzas of Barbauld's hymn in his composition.
Original text and translations
1. Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray;
Unseals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2. O what a night was that, which wrapped
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3. This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4. Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn;
Which scatters blessings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.
5. Jesus, the friend of human kind,
With strong compassion moved,
Descended like a pitying God,
To save the souls he loved.
6. The powers of darkness leagued in vain
To bind his soul in death;
He shook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.
7. Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold
On aught so much divine.
8. And now his conquering chariot wheels
Ascend the lofty skies;
While broke, beneath his powerful cross,
Death's iron scepter lies.
9. Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below,
Through him is pardoning love dispensed,
And boundless blessings flow.
10. And still for erring, guilty man,
A brother's pity flows;
And still his bleeding heart is touched
With memory of our woes.
11. To thee, my Savior, and my king,
Glad homage let me give;
And stand prepared like thee to die,
With thee that I may live.