Funeral Hymn (Gustav Holst)
- Editor: Douglas Walczak (submitted 2020-07-14). Score information: Letter, 22 pages, 219 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1911
Original text and translations
Away O Death thy work is ended now,
Far from us on thy lonely path go thou,
Thy path on which no other God may tread,
This mound we raise doth part us from the dead.
Now may the great ordainer hear our chant,
May he accept our sacrifice and grant
that in due course treads the eternal way,
As though the ages day doth follow day.
O woman whose eyes with tears are dim,
Who liest there upon the ground with him
Who once did love thee, once did call the wife,
Arise and join again the world of life.
Mother of all, A child to thee we bring;
Earth, holy source whence all our life doth spring,
Here is one who yearns for thee again.
Sleeping so calmly on they loving breast,
Wrapt in they robe, O Mother may he rest:
Knowing nought of sorrow, tears and pain.
Then forward O thou soul upon the road
That leadeth thee unto they new abode,
Where waits the dreadful judge
Whom thou must face,
Where dwell the ancient Fathers of our race,
There where in the eternal waters play,
Lit by beams of everlasting day.
Then forward O thou soul again we cry,
Go forth O happy one, beyond the sky.
Go forth! Go tread the path on which our Fathers trod
That leads unto their Fellowship and God.