At the Round Earth's Imagined Corners

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SATB / piano
Sacred text in Enlgish
Difficulty rating (1-5): 3
Three connected movements

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TEXTS

I. For the Glory of God is always in the East, but cannot be seen for the cloud of the crucifixion. For due East is the way to Paradise, which man knoweth not by reason of his fall. (Christopher Smart)

II. Crucifixus, crucifixus... (fragment of Nicene Creed)

III. At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go,
All whom the flood did, and fire shall, overthrow,
All whom war, death, age, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space,
For, if above all these my sins abound,
'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,
When we are there. Here on this lowly ground
Teach me how to repent; for that's as good
As if Thou'dst sealed my pardon, with Thy blood.

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall, o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space; For, if above all these, my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent; for that's as good As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16109#sthash.WoDKZ2as.dpuf

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall, o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space; For, if above all these, my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent; for that's as good As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16109#sthash.WoDKZ2as.dpuf

At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall, o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space; For, if above all these, my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent; for that's as good As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon with thy - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16109#sthash.WoDKZ2as.dpuf

(John Donne)
 

 

 

 

  


 



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