Lo, from the desert homes (John Darwall)

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  • (Posted 2021-03-03)  CPDL #63299:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-03-03).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 44 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2021-03-03)  CPDL #63298:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-03-03).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 101 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: Lo, from the desert homes
Composer: John Darwall
Tune: Darwall's 148th
Lyricist: Charles Coffin

Translation by Isaac Williams

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 66. 44. 44

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:
    2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 316
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Original text and translations

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Lo, from the desert homes,
where he hath hid so long,
the new Elijah comes,
in sternest wisdom strong:
the voice that cries
of Christ from high,
and judgement nigh
from opening skies.

Your God e’en now doth stand
at heaven’s opening door;
his fan is in his hand,
and he will purge his floor;
the wheat he claims
and with him stows,
the chaff he throws
to quenchless flames.

Ye haughty mountains, bow
your sky-aspiring heads;
ye valleys, hiding low,
lift up your gentle meads;
make his way plain
your King before,
for evermore
he comes to reign.

May thy dread voice around,
thou harbinger of Light,
on our dull ears still sound,
lest here we sleep in night,
till judgement come,
and on our path
the Lamb’s dread wrath
shall burst in doom.

O God, with love’s sweet might,
who dost anoint and arm
Christ’s soldier for the fight
with grace that shields from harm:
thrice blessèd Three,
heaven’s endless days
shall sing thy praise
eternally.