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- CPDL #23806:
Sibelius 6
- Editor: Edmund Gooch (submitted 2011-06-28). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 41 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Original order of staves Alto (notated an octave higher than given here), Tenor, Treble, Bass. Additional notes for keyboard accompaniment are given in the source as small notes between the treble and bass parts: this accompaniment has been given as a separate part in the present edition. The first verse only of the text is underlaid in the source, with the three other verses given here printed after the music: these have been underlaid editorially.
General Information
Title: O God of hosts, the mighty Lord
Composer: Richard Partridge
Lyricists: Nahum Tate and Nicholas Brady (from A new version of the psalms of David)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
Published: 1835
Description: A setting of verses from Psalm 84 in the metrical New Version to a tune by Richard Partridge, from pp54-55 of his Sacred Music (London, 1835).
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Original text and translations
English text
O God of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place
Where thou, enthroned in glory, shew'st
The brightness of thy face.
My longing soul faints with desire
To view thy blest abode:
My panting heart and flesh cries out
For thee, the living God.
Much rather in God's house will I
The meanest office take,
Than in the wealthy tents of sin
My pompous dwelling make.
For God, who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will he withhold
From them that justly live.