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- CPDL #32995:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-09-21). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 44 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Oval-note edition.
- CPDL #32996:
- Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-09-21). Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 37 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape).
General Information
Title: Lisbon
Composer: Daniel Read
Lyricist: Isaac Watts
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1785
Description: Transcribed from The American Singing-Book, 1786. Words by Isaac Watts, 1709, his Hymn 14.
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Original text and translations
English text
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!
The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints today;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.
One day amidst the place
Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days
Of pleasurable sin.
My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
And sit, and sing herself away
To everlasting bliss.