Lancaster (Nehemiah Shumway)

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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-06-05).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 75 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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  • (Posted 2015-06-05)  CPDL #35656:  Icon_pdf.gif
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-06-05).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 78 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). The other six stanzas from Watts' poem added below.

General Information

Title: Lancaster
First Line: The Lord, how fearful is His name
Composer: Nehemiah Shumway
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

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

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1793

Description: First published in the American Harmony, 1793, p. 164. Words by Isaac Watts, 1706, Horae Lyricae (Lyric Poems), entitled Sovereignty and Grace.

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Original text and translations

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1. The Lord! how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
Nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.

2. Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;
While, with a smile or with a frown,
He manages the globe.

3. A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them as he please.

4. Adoring angels round him fall
In all their mining forms:
His sovereign eye looks through them all,
And pities mortal worms.

5. His bowels to our worthless race,
In sweet compassion move:
He clothes his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, Love.

6. Now let the Lord forever reign,
And sway us as he will,
Sick or in health, in ease or pain,
We are his favorites still.

7. No move shall peevish passion rise;
The tongue no more complain:
"Tis sovereign love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.

Sovereignty and Grace by Isaac Watts, 1706