Hymn to St John the Baptist (Robert Page)
- Editor: Jonathan Harris (submitted 2020-08-10). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 458 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: An SATB unaccompanied anthem.
First published: 2017
Original text and translations
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King,
Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,
Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,
Which he than man more harmless found and mild.
His food was locusts, and what there doth spring
With honey that from virgin hives distill'd;
Parch'd body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing
Made him appear, long since from earth exiled.
There burst he forth: 'All ye, whose hopes rely
On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn;
"Repent, repent, and from old errors turn!"
Who listen'd to his voice, obey'd his cry?
Only the echoes, which he made relent,
Rung from their marble caves "Repent! Repent!"