I know my soul hath power (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)

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General Information

Title: I know my soul hath power
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: John Davies

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1918 in Songs of Farewell, no. 2

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

I know my soul hath power to know all things,
Yet she is blind and ignorant in all:
I know I'm one of Nature's little kings,
Yet to the least and vilest things am thrall.

I know my life's a pain and but a span;
I know my sense is mock'd in ev'rything;
And, to conclude, I know myself a Man,
Which is a proud and yet a wretched thing.

German.png German text

Ich weiß, dass meine Seele die Macht hat, alles zu wissen,
und doch ist sie ganz blind und unwissend;
Ich weiß, dass ich einer der kleinen Könige der Natur bin,
und doch bin ich ein Sklave der geringsten Dinge.

Ich weiß, dass mein Leben aus Schmerzen besteht und nur kurz währt.
Ich weiß, dass meine Sinne stets getäuscht werden,
und schließlich weiß ich, dass ich ein Mensch bin,
der ein stolzes und doch elendes Wesen ist.