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Funeral Hymn (1800)
Staff Notation • Sacred
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Different typesettings and voicings of the same work. This page shows the main edition; the others are below.
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Funeral Hymn (1800) by Oliver Holden — Lyrics
1. Up to Thy throne, almighty King,
We raise our streaming eyes;
In humble notes of judgment sing,
And breathe our plaintive sighs.
2. Into Thy bosom, Father, friend,
Our mighty griefs we pour;
Thine ear of pity to us lendConsole this gloomy hour.
3. In Thy rich gift, O bounteous heaven,
Was blessed our infant land;
Now when Thou claim the favor given,
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About Funeral Hymn (1800)
This Funeral Hymn by Oliver Holden is well-suited for moments of collective mourning and remembrance. Sung in English by a STB choir, its sacred text addresses the Almighty King, pouring out grief and seeking solace in divine mercy. The hymn reflects on a nation's blessing and acceptance of God's command, finding ultimate hope in the resurrection of the immortal soul. It moves from plaintive sighs to joyful praise, envisioning a future with tearless eyes before the eternal King, even as time and nature fade.
