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- CPDL #20843:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-01-16). Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: The God of love my Shepherd is
Composer: Thomas Tallis
Lyricist: George Herbert
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Description: George Herbert's metrical version of Psalm 23, set to Tallis's 3rd Psalm tune, but with the melody in the Soprano, not the Tenor.
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Original text and translations
English text
1. The God of love my Shepherd is,
And he that doth me feed;
While he is mine and I am his,
What can I want or need?
He leads me to the tender grass,
Where I both feed and rest;
Then to the streams that gently pass:
In both I have the best.
2. Or if I stray, he doth convert,
And bring my mind in frame;
And all this not for my desert,
But for his holy name.
Yea, in death's shady black abode
Well may I walk, not fear;
For thou art with me; and thy rod
To guide, thy staff to bear.
3. Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine,
Ev'n in my enemies' sight:
My head with oil, my cup with wine
Runs over day and night.
Surely thy sweet and wondrous love
Shall measure all my days;
And, as it never shall remove,
So neither shall my praise.