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  • (Posted 2018-11-14)  CPDL #51906:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2018-11-14).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 55 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Transcribed from the edition on IMSLP. Note values halved.

General Information

Title: How pleasing is the voice
Composer: Joseph Barnby
Lyricist: Timothy Dwight

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 66. 88

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1897 in Hymn Tunes, no. 68, p. 33
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Original text and translations

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1  How pleasing is the voice
Of God, our heavenly king,
Who bids the frosts retire,
And wakes the lovely Spring!
The mild wind blows; bright suns arise,
And beauty glowsthrough earth and skies.

2  The morn, with glory crowned,
His hand arrays in smiles:
He bids the eve decline,
Rejoicing o'er the hills:
The evening breeze his breath perfumes,
In flowers and trees his beauty blooms.

3  With life he clothes the spring,
The earth with summer warms,
He spreads the autumnal feast,
And rides on wintry storms:
Through all appear his gifts divine,
And round the year his glories shine.