The God of love my Shepherd is (Thomas Tallis)

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  • (Posted 2020-02-26)  CPDL #57202: 
SATB and Organ:          
Midi Practice Files (part as piano):
Soprano   Alto   Tenor   Bass  
MP3 Practice Files (part as piano):
Soprano  Alto  Tenor  Bass 
2 Part and Organ:          
Midi Practice Files (part as piano): ::Soprano  Tenor  
MP3 Practice Files (part as piano): ::Soprano  Tenor 
Editor: William Chimiak (submitted 2020-02-26).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Thanks to James Gibb for his work that was used.
  • (Posted 2010-01-16)  CPDL #20843:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-01-16).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: The God of love my Shepherd is
Composer: Thomas Tallis
Lyricist: George Herbert

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published:
Description: George Herbert's metrical version of Psalm 23, set to Tallis's 3rd Psalm tune, but with the melody in the Soprano, not the Tenor.

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Original text and translations

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1. The God of love my Shepherd is,
And he that doth me feed;
While he is mine and I am his,
What can I want or need?
He leads me to the tender grass,
Where I both feed and rest;
Then to the streams that gently pass:
In both I have the best.

2. Or if I stray, he doth convert,
And bring my mind in frame;
And all this not for my desert,
But for his holy name.
Yea, in death's shady black abode
Well may I walk, not fear;
For thou art with me; and thy rod
To guide, thy staff to bear.

3. Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine,
Ev'n in my enemies' sight:
My head with oil, my cup with wine
Runs over day and night.
Surely thy sweet and wondrous love
Shall measure all my days;
And, as it never shall remove,
So neither shall my praise.