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:'''Edition notes:''' Anns (St. Anne's) by Dr. Croft. Version from Rippon's Tunebook set to a hymn "On a year of threatening Rain" | :'''Edition notes:''' Anns (St. Anne's) by Dr. Croft. Version from Rippon's Tunebook set to a hymn "On a year of threatening Rain" | ||
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- CPDL #14706:
- Editor: Tim Henderson (submitted 2007-08-10). Score information: A4, 1 page, 227 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Anns (St. Anne's) by Dr. Croft. Version from Rippon's Tunebook set to a hymn "On a year of threatening Rain"
General Information
Title: How hast thou, Lord, from year to year
Composer: William Croft
Tune: Anns
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
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Original text and translations
English text
How hast thou, Lord, from year to year,
Our land with plenty crowned!
And generous fruit and golden grain
Have spread their riches round.
But we thy mercies have abused,
To more abounding crimes;
What heights, what daring heights in sin,
Mark and disgrace our times!
Equal, though awful is the doom
That fierce descending rain
Should into inundations swell,
And crush the rising grain.
How just that, in the autumn's reign,
When we had hoped to reap,
Our fields of sorrow and despair
Should lie a hideous heap!
But, Lord, have mercy on our land,
Those floods of vengeance stay;
Dispel these glooms, and let the sun
Shine in unclouded day.
To thee alone we look for help;
None else of dew and rain
Can give the world the smallest drop,
Or smallest drop restrain.