Sabbath Morn (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2015-08-29)  CPDL #36654:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-08-29).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 57 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1803. The other five stanzas of Stennett's hymn added below.
  • (Posted 2015-08-29)  CPDL #36652:     
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-08-29).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 57 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The other five stanzas of Stennett's hymn added below.

General Information

Title: Sabbath Morn
First Line: Another six days' work is done
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Samuel Stennett

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1803 in The Charlestown Collection, 1803, p. 47, for three voices: Treble-Tenor-Bass
Description: Words by Samuel Stennett, 1743, in six stanzas.

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

1. Another six days’ work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun;
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God has blessed.

2. Come, bless the Lord, whose love assigns
So sweet a rest to wearied minds;
Provides an antepast of heaven,
And gives this day the food of seven.

 

3. O that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense to the skies;
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows.

4. This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains
The end of cares, the end of pains.

 

5. With joy great God, thy works we view,
In various scenes both old and new;
With praise we think on mercies past
With hope, we future pleasures taste.

6. In holy duties let the day
In holy pleasures pass away;
How sweet, a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!