Hail, sacred horrors - Bates, William

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◈ Genre → Glees ♬ Voicing → TTB ¶ Language → English

Parts 3

Instruments A cappella

Pages 4

CPDL # 55197

Editor Christopher Shaw

Posted 2019-08-27

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

Hail, sacred horrors, Hail, tremendous death, Whose blasting breath doth all assail; Thee too, mould'ring grave, thy conquest rue her to subdue; Nought worthy left to wish to save. The vernal rose which opes its sweets To zephyrs, when his breath she meets, Was Daphne in her bloom. O will divine, to thee she stoops, She, like her sister Lily, droops, And bows her to thy doom. Oh ghastly death, where's now thy sting? Thou grave, thy greatest victory sing; Your terror now lay by. None like to her shalt thou e'er slay, E'er one like her is wrapped in clay, Time of old age shall die.