There is an old belief (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)

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  • (Posted 2013-08-10)  CPDL #29818:      (Sibelius 7)
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General Information

Title: There is an old belief
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: John Gibson Lockhart (1794-1854)

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATBarB
Genre: SacredMotet

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1918

Description: Songs of Farewell No. 4

  1. My soul, there is a country
  2. I know my soul hath power
  3. Never weather-beaten sail
  4. There is an old belief
  5. At the round earth's imagined corners
  6. Lord, let me know mine end

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

There is an old belief,
That on some solemn shore,
Beyond the sphere of grief
Dear friends shall meet once more.
Beyond the sphere of Time and Sin
And Fate's control,
Serene in changeless prime
Of body and of soul.
That creed I fain would keep
That hope I'll ne'er forgo,
Eternal be the sleep,
If not to waken so.

German.png German text

Es gibt einen alten Glauben,
dass an einem festlichen Ufer
über die Sphäre der Trauer hinaus,
liebe Freunde sich einst wieder treffen werden.
Weit über den Raum von Zeit, Sünde
und schicksalhafter Bestimmung hinaus,
gelassen in unvergänglicher Vollkommenheit
von Körper und Seele.
Diesen Glauben würde ich gerne behalten.
Diese Hoffnung möchte ich nie aufgeben.
Ewig sei der Schlaf,
wenn ich nicht dazu erwache.