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'''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. | '''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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- 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: Sacred, Hymn Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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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
English text
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.