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We'll mount aloft to thine abode
We'll mount aloft to thine abode
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.
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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-11-01).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 58 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Transcribed from The Union Harmony, 1793.

General Information

Title: West End
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1793

Description: First published in Holden 1793, Volume 1, pp. 117-120. Words by Isaac Watts, 1709, Book 1, Hymn 43. Holden uses all five stanzas of Watts' poem in this composition.

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Original text and translations

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Awake, our souls; away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought begone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.

Thee, mighty God! whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

From Thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.