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My | {{Verse|10}} My beloved spake, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. | ||
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. | {{Verse|11}} For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; | ||
For | {{Verse|12}} [[The]] Flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; | ||
Flowers appear on the earth; | {{Verse|13}} The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise my love, my fair one, come away. | ||
the time of the singing of birds is come, | {{Verse|16a}} My beloved is mine and I am his. | ||
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; | |||
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, | |||
and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. | |||
Arise my love, my fair one, come away. | |||
My beloved is mine and I am his. | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Modern music]] | [[Category:Modern music]] |
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- Editor: Crys Armbrust (submitted 2013-08-18). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 78.6 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Rise Up, My Love
Composer: Crys Armbrust
Source of text: Song of Solomon 2:10-13 (KJV)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 2007
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Original text and translations
English text
10 My beloved spake, and said to me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11 For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
12 The Flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise my love, my fair one, come away.
16a My beloved is mine and I am his.