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Poem by Henry Ramsden Bramley | |||
The penultimate line of the text is the subject of some discussion. Some choirs sing "transforming '''day'''" whilst others sing "transforming '''clay'''". See the discussion [[Talk:O Thou, the Central Orb (Charles Wood)|here]]. | The penultimate line of the text is the subject of some discussion. Some choirs sing "transforming '''day'''" whilst others sing "transforming '''clay'''". See the discussion [[Talk:O Thou, the Central Orb (Charles Wood)|here]]. | ||
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To souls erewhile unclean, now pure within. Amen. | To souls erewhile unclean, now pure within. Amen. | ||
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[[Category:Anthems]] | [[Category:Anthems]] | ||
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- CPDL #1951:
Encore
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2001-01-09). Score information: 316 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Updated with revisions submitted by Nick Landauer of Cantemus Reigate - 2/16/2006.
General Information
Title: O Thou, the Central Orb
Composer: Charles Wood
Lyricist: Henry Ramsden Bramley
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
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Original text and translations
Poem by Henry Ramsden Bramley
The penultimate line of the text is the subject of some discussion. Some choirs sing "transforming day" whilst others sing "transforming clay". See the discussion here.
English text
O Thou, the central orb of righteous love,
Pure beam of the most High, eternal Light
Of this our wintry world, Thy radiance bright
Awakes new joy in faith, hope soars above.
Come, quickly come, and let thy glory shine,
Gilding our darksome heaven with rays Divine.
Thy saints with holy lustre round Thee move,
As stars about thy throne, set in the height
Of God's ordaining counsel, as Thy sight
Gives measured grace to each, Thy power to prove.
Let Thy bright beams disperse the gloom of sin,
Our nature all shall feel eternal day
In fellowship with thee, transforming day
To souls erewhile unclean, now pure within. Amen.