#35 - Manoah

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• Composer:
  • Gioachino Antonio Rossini

    • #35 - Manoah
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    (1792-1868)
  • arr. Henry Walter Greatorex

    • #35 - Manoah
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    (1813-1858), 1851
• Also known as:
  • O Christ, Our Hope, Our Heart's Desire (Je­su nos­tra re­demp­tio, Amor et de­sid­er­i­um)
  • Jerusalem, My Happy Home
  • Walk In the Light!¹⁾
• Early Arrangements
• Photos
• MIDI | show
  
• Parsons Code: XUUDDDRDRUUUDDDRD
• Incipit: 12321776623432117
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• Lyrics:
  O Christ, our Hope, our heart’s Desire,
  Redemption's only Spring!
  Creator of the world art Thou,
  Its Savior and its King.
  
  How vast the mercy and the love
  Which laid our sins on Thee,
  And led Thee to a cruel death,
  To set Thy people free.
  
  But now the bands of death are burst,
  The ransom has been paid,
  And Thou art on Thy Father's throne,
  In glorious robes arrayed.
  
  O may Thy mighty love prevail
  Our sinful souls to spare;
  O may we come before Thy throne,
  And find acceptance there!
  
  O Christ, be Thou our lasting Joy,
  Our ever great Reward!
  Our only glory may be it be
  To glory in the Lord.
  
  All praise to Thee, ascended Lord;
  All glory ever be
  To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
  Through all eternity.
  
  
  • trans. John Chandler (1806-1876), 1837
• Lyrics:
  Jerusalem, my happy home,
  When shall I come to thee?
  When shall my sorrows have an end?
  Thy joys when shall I see?
  
  O happy harbor of the saints,
  O sweet and pleasant soil!
  In thee no sorrow may be found,
  No grief, no care, no toil.
  
  Thy gardens and thy gallant walks
  Continually are green;
  There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
  As nowhere else are seen.
  
  There trees forevermore bear fruit
  And evermore do spring;
  There evermore the angels sit
  And evermore do sing.
  
  Jerusalem, my happy home,
  Would God I were in thee!
  Would God my woes were at an end,
  Thy joys that I might see!
  
  
  • F.B.P.