Mountain (Oliver Holden)

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  • (Posted 2015-02-10)  CPDL #34533:  Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-02-10).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 40 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. Four more stanzas from Needham's hymn added below.
  • (Posted 2015-02-10)  CPDL #34534:  Icon_pdf.gif
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-02-10).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 63 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape).

General Information

Title: Mountain
First Line: When some kind shepherd from his fold
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: John Needham

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1803

Description: Published in The Charlestown Collection, 1803, p. 29. Words by John Needham, 1768, his Hymn 142.

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Original text and translations

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When some kind shepherd from his fold,
Has lost a straying sheep,
Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves,
And climbs the mountain's steep.

But O the joy! the transport sweet!
When lie the wanderer finds;
Up in his arms he takes his charge,
And to his shoulder binds.

Homeward he hastes to tell his joys,
And make his bliss complete:
The neighbors hear the news, and all
The joyful shepherd greet.

Yet how much greater is the joy
When but one sinner turns;
When the poor wretch with broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns!

 

Pleased with the news, the saints below,
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heaven is filled with joy.

Well-pleased the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner weep;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And owns him for his sheep.

Nor angels can their joys contain,
But kindle with new fire:
"A wandering sheep's returned," they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.