Four Hymn Tunes for Male Voices

Sonata

Chorus
 As pants the hart for cooling streams, so longs
 my soul for thee O God.

Soprano
 Tears are my daily food, while thus they say:
 where is now thy God?.

Tenor
 Now, when I think thereupon, I pour out my
 heart by myself, for I went with the multitude
 and brought them out into the house of God.

Chorus
 In the voice of praise and thanksgiving among
 such as keep holy-day.

Soprano and Tenor. Duet
 Why so full of grief, O my soul? Why so
 disquieted within me?

Tenor and Chorus
 Put thy trust in God, for I will praise him.

Who would true valour see,
Let him come hither;
One here will constant be
Come wind, come weather.

There's no discouragement
Shall make him once relent
His first avowed intent
To be a Pilgrim.

Who so beset him round
With dismal stories,
Do but themselves confound,
His strength the more is.

No lion can him fright,
He'll with a giant fight,
But he will have a right
To be a Pilgrim.

Hobgoblin, nor foul fiend
Can daunt his spirit;
He knows he at the end
Shall life inherit.

Then fancies fly away,
He'll fear not what men say,
He'll labour night and day
To be a pilgrim.

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