Bishopthorpe (Jeremiah Clarke)

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  • (Posted 2020-12-05)  CPDL #61803:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-12-05).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 63 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2020-12-05)  CPDL #61802:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-12-05).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 115 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.
  • (Posted 2016-11-07)  CPDL #41727:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2016-11-07).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 23 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Bishopthorpe
Composer: Jeremiah Clarke
Lyricist: John Greenleaf Whittier

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

First published:
    2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 133
Description: 

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Original text and translations

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1. Immortal love for ever full,
for ever flowing free,
for ever shared, for ever whole,
a never-ebbing sea!

2. Our outward lips confess the name,
all other names above;
love only knoweth whence it came
and comprehendeth love.

3. We may not climb the heavenly steeps
to bring the Lord Christ down;
in vain we search the lowest deeps,
for him no depths can drown;

4. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
a present help is he;
and faith has still its Olivet,
and love its Galilee.


5. The healing of his seamless dress
is by our beds of pain;
we touch him in life's throng and press
and we are whole again.

6. Through him the first fond prayers are said
our lips of childhood frame;
the last low whispers of the dead
are burdened with his name.

7. Alone, O Love ineffable,
thy saving name is give
to turn aside from thee is hell,
to walk with thee is heaven.