Lord! come away! Why dost Thou stay? Thy road is ready; and Thy paths, made straight With longing expectation, wait The consecration of Thy beauteous feet! Ride on triumphantly! Behold we lay our lusts and proud wills in Thy way! Hosanna! Welcome to our hearts! Lord, here Thou hast a temple too; and full as dear As that of Sion, and as full of sin: Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein; Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor! Crucify them, that they may never more Profane that holy place Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face! And then, if our stiff toungues shall be Mute in the praises of Thy Deity, The stones out of the temple wall Shall cry aloud and call "Hosanna!" and Thy glorious footsteps greet!
Four Hymns for tenor, viola and piano
Song Cycle by Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872 - 1958)
1. Lord! come away!  [sung text checked 1 time]
Authorship:
- by Jeremiah Taylor, Bishop (1613 - 1667)
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Researcher for this page: Hayden Muhl2. Who is this fair one?  [sung text checked 1 time]
Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness, And press'd with sorrows and with sins, On her beloved Lord she leans? This is the spouse of Christ our God, Bought with the treasures of his blood, And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of ev'ry saint: "O let my name engraven stand Both on Thy heart and on Thy hand; Seal me upon Thine arm and wear That pledge of love for ever there. Stronger than death Thy love is known Which floods of wrath could never drown, And hell and earth in vain combine To quench a fire so much divine. But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from Thee depart; Then let my name be well impress'd As a fair signet on Thy breast. Till Thou has brought me to Thy home, Where fears and doubts can never come, Thy countenance let me often see, And often shalt Thou hear from me: Come, my beloved, haste away, Cut short the hours of Thy delay, Fly like a youthful hart or roe Over the hills where spices blow."
Authorship:
- by Isaac Watts (1674 - 1748)
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Researcher for this page: Hayden Muhl3. Come Love, come Lord  [sung text checked 1 time]
Come Love, come Lord, and that long day For which I languish, come away. When this dry soul those eyes shall see And drink the unseal'd source of Thee, When glory's sun faith's shades shall chase, Then for Thy veil give me Thy face.
Authorship:
- by Richard Crashaw (c1612 - 1649)
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Researcher for this page: Hayden Muhl4. Evening Hymn  [sung text checked 1 time]
O gladsome Light, O Grace Of God the Father's face, The eternal spendour wearing; Celestial holy, blest, Our Saviour, Jesus Christ, Joyful, joyful in Thine appearing: Now ere day fadeth quite, We see the evening light, Our wonted hymn outpouring; Father of might unknown, Thee, His incarnate Son, And Holy Spirit adoring. To Thee of right belongs All praise of holy songs, O Son of God, Lifegiver; Thee, therefore, O Most High, The world doth glorify, And shall exalt for ever.
Authorship:
- by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 - 1930)
Based on:
- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist [text unavailable]
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Elisa Rapado) , "Himno a la tarde", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission