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*{{PostedDate|2006-08-31}} {{CPDLno|12457}} [[Media:Joy_of_my_life.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Joy_of_my_life.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Joy_of_my_life.sib|{{sib}}]] (Sibelius 3) | *{{PostedDate|2006-08-31}} {{CPDLno|12457}} [[Media:Joy_of_my_life.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Joy_of_my_life.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:Joy_of_my_life.sib|{{sib}}]] (Sibelius 3) | ||
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- (Posted 2006-08-31) CPDL #12457: (Sibelius 3)
- Editor: Tim Pratt (submitted 2006-08-31). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 145 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Joy of my life
Composer: Tim Pratt
Lyricist: Henry Vaughan
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
First published: 2006
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Joy of my life while left me here!
and still my Love!
steer me from above.
A life well led this truth commends,
with quick or dead it never ends.
Stars are of mighty use;
the night is dark and long;
The road foul; and where one goes right,
six may go wrong.
Ah and guide a crowd.
God's saints are shining lights:
who stays here long must pass o'er dark hills swift streams,
and steep ways as smooth as glass;
but these all night, like candles shed their beams,
and light us into bed.
They are indeed our pillar fires, seen as we go;
they are that City's shining spires we travel to;
a swordlike gleam kept man for sin first out;
this beam will guide him in.