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'''Description:''' This anthem by Stanford incorporates as a subject [[wikipedia:John Darwall|John Darwall's]] best-known psalm tune, which was first published under the title 'Darwall's' in Aaron Williams' ''The New Universal Psalmodist'', London: [1770]. | '''Description:''' This anthem by Stanford incorporates as a subject [[wikipedia:John Darwall|John Darwall's]] best-known psalm tune, which was first published under the title 'Darwall's' in Aaron Williams' ''The New Universal Psalmodist'', London: [1770]. | ||
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- CPDL #32018:
- Editor: Phil Cowling (submitted 2014-05-15). Score information: A4, 37 pages, 239 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Ye holy angels bright Op. 135
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Richard Baxter
Number of voices: 8vv Voicing: SATB.SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Description: This anthem by Stanford incorporates as a subject John Darwall's best-known psalm tune, which was first published under the title 'Darwall's' in Aaron Williams' The New Universal Psalmodist, London: [1770].
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Original text and translations
English text
Ye holy Angels bright,
Who wait at God's right hand,
Or thro’ the realms of light
Fly at your Lord's command,
Assist our song,
Or else the theme
Too high doth seem
For mortal tongue.
Ye blessed souls at rest,
Who ran this earthly race
And now, from sin released,
Behold your Savior's face,
His praises sound,
As in his sight
With sweet delight
Ye do abound.
Ye saints, who toil below,
Adore your heav’nly King,
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing;
Take what he gives
And praise him still,
Through good or ill,
Who ever lives!
My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above;
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love!
Let all thy days
Till life shall end,
Whate'er He send,
Be fill’d with praise!