Sunday (Oliver Brownson)

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  • (Posted 2020-02-19)  CPDL #57105:         
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2020-02-19).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 52 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1783. Five more stanzas included from Occom's hymn.
  • (Posted 2020-02-19)  CPDL #57104:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2020-02-19).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 53 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Five more stanzas of Occom's hymn included.

General Information

Title: Sunday
First Line: Hail that happy morn, so glorious
Composer: Oliver Brownson
Lyricist: Samson Occom

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 87. 87. 12 7

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1783 in Brownson's Select Harmony
Description: Words by Samson Occom, 1774, Hymn 80, entitled On the resurrection, with seven stanzas. This hymn was attributed to Occom by William Love, 1899.

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

1. Hail thou happy morn, so glorious!
Come ye saints, your griefs give o'er,
Sing how Jesus rose victorious,
By his own almighty power:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
To the glorious Son of God.

2. Tell us seraphs, ye that wondered,
When ye saw the Lord arise;
When ye saw him ascend yonder,
What were then your heavenly joys;
Then 'twas glory, Then 'twas glory, Then 'twas glory
To the conquering King of Kings.

3. Countless bands of angels glorious,
Clothed in bright etherial blue;
Straight the sound of Christ victorious,
From their silver trumpets flew:
Christ triumphant, Christ triumphant, Christ triumphant,
Rises conqueror o'er the tomb.


4. See! my friends, is that the Savior
Who was crowned with the thorns?
Glorious majesty and power,
Now his sacred head adorns:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
That dear head no more shall bleed.

5. Is that he who died on Calvary?
That was pierced with the spear?
Clad with countless suns of glory;
See he rises through the air:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Zion's mourners now rejoice.

6. Was the person then so sacred,
Which the Jews so marred and spoiled?
Yes, ye saints, we own his God-head,
Though by some he's still reviled.
All creation, All creation, All creation,
Soon shall own him Lord of all.


7. Tremble, ye who him rejected,
Lo! he breaks through yonder cloud;
Rise ye saints, and shout triumphant
Victory through Jesus' blood.
Hark the trumpet, Hark the trumpet, Hark the trumpet
Sounds the resurrection morn.