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'''Composer:''' [[Charles Wood]]
'''Composer:''' [[Charles Wood]]


'''Number of voices:''' 4vv '''Voicing:''' SATB<br>
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'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Sacred music|Sacred]], [[:Category:Anthems|Anthems]]<br>
'''Genre:''' {{pcat|Sacred| music}}, [[:Category:Anthems|Anthems]]<br>
'''Language:''' English<br>
'''Language:''' English<br>
'''Instruments:''' Organ<br>
'''Instruments:''' {{OrgAcc}}<br>
'''Published:''' 1929
'''Published:''' 1929


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CPDL #11954: Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif Sibelius 7
Editor: Peter Gibson (added 2006-07-03).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 344 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Year Book Press series, number A64 (H. F. W. Deane and Sons) 1929

General Information

Title: How dazzling fair
Composer: Charles Wood

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Sacred, Anthems
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
Published: 1929

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Original text and translations

English.png English text How dazzling fair art thou, my Life, my Light!
How comely is thy countenance, how bright!
Sun uncreate, how keen is the enjoyment
That Saints and Angels find in thine employment!
In view thereof sing I, by day and night,
How dazzling fair art thou, my Life my Light!

My soul, O Lord, is sore athirst for thee:
My heart doth yearn thy seemly face to see:
Dim is my sight; but one ray of thy kindness
Should quickly skill to cure mine eyes of blindness:
Mean while my song and my complaint shall be,
“My soul, O Lord, is sore a thirst for thee.”

When shall I come to hear that Angel song?
Nay, swell the chorus of the heav'nly throng?
Then join the noble company of Sages,
Who chaunt thee Lauds through everlasting ages?
Now ev'ry day me thinks and all day long,
“When shall I come to hear that Angel song?”

Amen.