Claradon (Timothy Swan)

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  • (Posted 2016-12-10)  CPDL #42267:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-12-10).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 59 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: The other five pairs of stanzas included.
  • (Posted 2016-12-10)  CPDL #42266:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2016-12-10).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 66 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The other five pairs of stanzas included.

General Information

Title: Claradon
First Line: O come let us join
Composer: Timothy Swan
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 55. 65

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1801 in Swan's New England Harmony, p. 14
Description: Words by an anonymous author, apparently first published in George Whitefield's Collection, 1758. Swan used the first two stanzas in his composition.

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Original text and translations

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1. O come let us join,
Together combine,
To praise our dear Savior, our Master divine;

2. Him let us adore,
Who covered with gore,
Late hanged on Calvary, both wounded and poor.

3. He worthy is blessed
By spirits at rest,
Who once in this desert, his Godhead confessed.

4. The heavenly spheres,
Who saw him in tears,
Yea every strong angel, his person reveres.

 

5. The prophets who told
His sufferings of old,
Sing now sweet thanksgivings, on psalteries of gold.

6. The fathers to whom
He showed he would come,
Now in his pavilion take up their long home.

7. The spirits of men;
Who for him were slain,
From Abel the righteous, share now in his reign.

8. The Apostles who stood,
Resisting to blood,
For Jesus' gospel, rejoice in their God.

 

9. The confessors too,
Them prostrating low,
Cast down their bright miters, and thankfully bow.

10. O church of the Lamb,
Here met do the same,
With saints and with angels, bless Jesus' name.

11. My soul, bear a part,
For ransomed thou art,
By Jesus’ blood-shedding, his burial and smart.

12. To him that was slain,
The scorned Nazarene,
Be glory and honor, let all say Amen.