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'''Description:''' Words mostly by [[Isaac Watts]], 1706.
'''Description:''' Words mostly by [[Isaac Watts]], 1706.

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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-11-12).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 89 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. As written in 1797. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.

General Information

Title: Hark! She bids all her friends adieu
Subtitle: Dirge, Composed on the death of a young lady in Boston
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB

Genre: SacredAnthem   Meter: 88. 88. 88. 88. 88. 88

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: Words mostly by Isaac Watts, 1706.

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Original text and translations

Original text and translations may be found at Hark! She bids all her friends adieu.

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Holden's 1797 Text
Hark! She bids all her friends adieu,
Some angel calls her to the spheres;
Our eyes the radiant saint pursue
Through liquid telescopes of tears.

And is the lovely, lovely shadow fled?
The blooming wonders of her years
So soon enshrined among the dead:
She justly claims our pious tears.

Farewell, bright soul, A short farewell
Till we shall meet again above,
In the sweet groves where pleasures dwell,
And trees of life bear fruits of love.

 

Isaac Watts, 1706
1. Hark! She bids all her friends adieu;
Some angel calls her to the spheres;
Our eyes the radiant saint pursue
Through liquid telescopes of tears.

2. Farewell, bright soul, a short farewell,
Till we shall meet again above,
In the sweet groves where pleasures dwell,
And trees of life bear fruits of love:

(five more stanzas)