Aberdeen (Oliver Holden)

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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-09-10).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 48 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition, as written in 1793. The other five stanzas of Richards' hymn included.
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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-09-10).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 58 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The other five stanzas of Richards' hymn included.

General Information

Title: Aberdeen
First Line: The Almighty spake, and Gabriel sped
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: George Richards

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

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

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: First published in The Union Harmony, 1793, p. 117. Words by George Richards, 1791, in six stanzas.

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Original text and translations

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The Almighty spake, and Gabriel sped,
Upborne on wings of light,
Jehovah's glory round him spread,
And changed to day, the night.

Swift down to earth the archangel flew,
From God's eternal throne;
His shining robe of rainbow hue,
The star, moon, sun, outshone.

 

Ten thousand thousand left the sky,
To catch salvation's sound;
One note of peace was heard on high,
Glad tidings roll'd around.

Shout, shout for joy; rejoice, O earth,
All hail, All hail, this glorious morn,
Rejoice! Rejoice in Jesus' birth,
Today are nations born.

 

From Zion's hill to worlds above
Re-echo back the strain,
And Golden harps, attuned to love,
Thus swept Ephrathah's plain.

He comes! He comes! The Savior God.
Good will, peace, joy for men.
Glad tidings shout to all abroad,
So be it, Lord. Amen!