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Hamburg
Staff Notation • Sacred, Set pieces
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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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Hamburg by Samuel Babcock — Lyrics
1. Alas, my aching heart!
Here the keen torment lies;
It racks my waking hours with smart,
And frights my slumbering eyes.
2. Guilt will be hid no more;
My griefs take vent apace;
The crimes that blot my conscience o'er
Flush crimson in my face.
3. My sorrows, like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into Thy bosom, O my God,
Pour out a long complaint.
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About Hamburg
The text expresses a profound sense of guilt and sorrow, beginning with an aching heart tormented by sin and shame. The singer laments past transgressions, describing how crimes have stained their conscience and brought floods of grief. The words then turn to a plea directed towards God, pouring out a long complaint. The composer Samuel Babcock sets this deeply personal and repentant text for STB choir. This is a sacred piece, with the English lyrics detailing an individual's struggle with impiety and rebellion against divine grace, before ultimately acknowledging God's merciful offers.
