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'''Description:''' This hymn setting was published on page 7 of John Fawcett's | '''Description:''' This hymn setting was published on page 7 of John Fawcett's {{NoComp|A New Set of Sacred Music|John Fawcett}} [c1811]. | ||
''Hymn Tune Index'' tune number 16850. | ''Hymn Tune Index'' tune number 16850. |
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- CPDL #26500: Sibelius 7
- Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2012-06-13). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 52 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: The alto part is printed in the source in the treble clef, an octave above sounding pitch. It has here been given an octave lower (in accordance with modern convention), with the exception of bars 1, 2, 5 and 6, which are notated at the same octave as in the source, as potentially more comfortable for some altos. The first verse only of the text is underlaid in the source: three subsequent verses have been added editorially.
General Information
Title: Lo, he comes with clouds descending
Composer: John Fawcett
Tune: Judgment
Lyricist: Charles Wesley
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: Basso continuo
Published: 1811
Description: This hymn setting was published on page 7 of John Fawcett's A New Set of Sacred Music [c1811].
Hymn Tune Index tune number 16850.
This tune has remained in use as a Christmas carol in the Dorset village of Durweston, where it is associated with the text Hark the herald angels sing.
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Original text and translations
English text
Lo, he comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of his train.
Hallelujah,
God appears on earth to reign.
Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,
Rob'd in dreadful majesty:
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
The dear tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears,
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers:
With what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!
Yea! Amen, let all adore thee,
High on thy eternal throne;
Saviour, take the pow'r and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own!
Jah, Jehovah,
Everlasting God, come down!