How oft, instinct with warmth divine (Joseph Haydn)

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  • (Posted 2023-04-01)  CPDL #73272:     
Editor: Richard Mix (submitted 2023-04-01).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 62 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Adapted for the 6th Response of the Easter Vigil with the Tate-Brady New Version of Psalm 19:8-11.
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  • (Posted 2004-03-13)  CPDL #06832:  Network.png PDF file available.
Editor: Helmut Kickton (submitted 2004-03-13).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 80 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: How oft, instinct with warmth divine
Composer: Joseph Haydn
Lyricist: James Merrick, on Psalm 26

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB
Genre: SacredAnthemHymn   Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1794 in Improved Psalmody, p. 96
Description: A through-composed setting by Haydn of verses from James Merrick's metrical version of Ps. 26, from p96 of William Dechair Tattersall's collection Improved Psalmody (London: 1794).

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Original text and translations

Original text and translations may be found at Psalm 26.

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How oft, instinct with warmth divine,
Thy threshold have I trod!
How loved the courts, whose walls inshrine
The glory of my God!

O let me not, the vengeance share,
That waits the guilty tribe,
Whose murth'rous hands each mischief dare,
And grasp the offered bribe.

But pour, O pour, while thus I thread
The path by thee prepared,
Thy beams of mercy on my head,
And round me plant a guard.

Thou, Lord, my steps hast fixed aright,
And pleased shalt hear my tongue
With Israel's thankful sons unite
To form the festal song.