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*{{NewWork|2012-01-17}} {{CPDLno|25389}} [{{filepath:Blick-mag.pdf}} {{pdf}}] | *{{NewWork|2012-01-17}} {{CPDLno|25389}} [{{filepath:Blick-mag.pdf}} {{pdf}}] | ||
{{Editor|Tim Blickhan|2012-01-17}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|12|100}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Tim Blickhan|2012-01-17}}{{ScoreInfo|Letter|12|100}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' | :'''Edition notes:''' Copyright 1986 Charles Timothy Blickhan | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
'''Title:''' ''Magdalene's Song''<br> | '''Title:''' ''Magdalene's Song''<br> | ||
{{Composer|Tim Blickhan}} | {{Composer|Tim Blickhan}} | ||
{{Lyricist|William Wallis}} | |||
{{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br> | {{Voicing|1|Solo Soprano}}<br> | ||
{{Genre|Sacred|Art songs}} | {{Genre|Sacred|Art songs}} | ||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
'''Instruments:''' {{StrAcc}}<br> | '''Instruments:''' {{StrAcc|String quartet}}<br> | ||
'''Published:''' 1986 | '''Published:''' 1986 | ||
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and stood unmoving to say, | and stood unmoving to say, | ||
"Mary, don't be afraid." | "Mary, don't be afraid." | ||
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[[Category:Modern music]] | [[Category:Modern music]] | ||
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CPDL #25389: 
- Editor: Tim Blickhan (submitted 2012-01-17). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 100 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright 1986 Charles Timothy Blickhan
General Information
Title: Magdalene's Song
Composer: Tim Blickhan
Lyricist: William Walliscreate page
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Sacred, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: String quartet
Published: 1986
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
We hurried in the dark morning
and all the pathway long
the spices we carried
gathered and clung to our hair.
The brush murmured around me
like the ghosts of thieves.
Soon we would see the great stone
imprisoning him.
But the way was free,
and a beautiful figure sat within his empty tomb.
As I returned,
still trembling with fear and joy,
suddenly he appeared in my path,
glowing with sweetness,
saying "Mary, don't be afraid."
And I knelt at his feet
and worshipped him in the stillness.
Because I was lesser
they did not believe me,
and later he came to them on the mountain.
But there in the garden
he came to me alone,
and stood unmoving to say,
"Mary, don't be afraid."