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'''Description:''' The third piece in my set of Three Sacred Love Songs. | '''Description:''' The third piece in my set of Three Sacred Love Songs. | ||
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Thy lips, o my spouse, | Thy lips, o my spouse, | ||
drop as the honeycomb; | drop as the honeycomb; | ||
honey and milk | honey and milk | ||
are under thy tongue; | are under thy tongue; | ||
how fair is thy love, | how fair is thy love, |
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- Editor: Scott Villard (submitted 2016-07-18). Score information: Letter, 10 pages, 549 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Thou art all fair
Composer: Scott Villard
Lyricist: Song of Solomon 4:7, 9-11, 16create page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2012
Description: The third piece in my set of Three Sacred Love Songs.
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Thou art all fair my love;
there is no spot in thee.
Thou hast ravished my heart,
my sister, my spouse;
thou hast ravished my heart
with thine eyes.
Thy lips, o my spouse,
drop as the honeycomb;
honey and milk
are under thy tongue;
how fair is thy love,
my sister, my spouse!
how much better is thy love
than wine.
Awake, o north wind,
and come, thou south,
blow upon my garden,
that the spices thereof
may flow out.
Let my beloved
come into his garden
and eat his pleasant fruits.