Blest who with generous pity glows (Thomas Clark)
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- (Posted 2011-10-12) CPDL #24709: (Sibelius 6)
- Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2011-10-12). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 40 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: The original order of parts is 2nd. - 1st. - [Instrumental Bass] in the opening symphony and Tenor - [Alto] - Treble - [Bass] - [Instrumental Bass] thereafter. The symphony between the verses is printed in the source with the 2nd. part given on the Tenor stave: this has been given on the Alto stave in the present edition, and is given at the same octave here as in the source (it has not been transposed by an octave in transcription). The alto part is printed in the treble clef, an octave above sounding pitch, in the source. Only the first verse of the text is underlaid in the source: the other verses given here are printed after the music and have been underlaid editorially. The first and second time bars (at bars 28-29) have been added editorially, to accomodate the first note of the symphony which begins during this bar.
General Information
Title: Blest who with generous pity glows
Composer: Thomas Clark
Lyricist: James Merrick
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo
First published: 1820 in The Sacred Herald, p. 25
2nd published: 1830 in A Ninth Set of Psalm Tunes, p. 7
Description: A setting of vv. 1-4 from James Merrick's metrical version of Psalm 41 to a tune by Thomas Clark.
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Original text and translations
English text
Blest who with gen'rous pity glows,
Who learns to feel another's woes,
Bows to the poor man's want his ear,
And wipes the helpless orphan's tear:
Who to th'afflicted gives relief,
And kindly soothes each anxious grief;
In ev'ry want, in ev'ry woe,
Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know;
Thy love his life shall guard, thy hand
Give to his lot the chosen land,
Nor leave him in the dreadful day
To unrelenting foes a prey.
When languid with disease and pain,
Thou, Lord, his spirit wilt sustain,
Prop with thine arm his sinking head,
And turn with tend'rest care his bed.