Mount Hope - Dare, Elkanah

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"Words by Thomas Odiorne, extracted from a long lyric poem entitled ''The Moral Progress of Man'', published in 1792."

◈ Genre → Sacred

♯ Key F major

⁄ Time Signature 4/4

♬ Voicing → SB,TB

◆ Difficulty

Beginner

↕ Range C3 – G5

¶ Language → English

Measures 56

Texture mixed texture

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 1

CPDL # 56645

Editor Barry Johnston

Posted 2020-01-14

License Public Domain

♫Pitch Ranges

Tr.

C4 – G5

C3 – C4

¶Lyrics / Text

'''The Moral Progress of Man''' Long ere the sun his beams had shed, Or ere the vaulted skies were spread, Dwelt an all sovereign God; At whose omnisic nod, Systems emerged from sable void profound, And in immeasurable spheres rolled round. Adam, placed in bliss refined, Where creation, amply stored, Kindly stored, to cheer the mind, Was the world's primeval lord. Beneath propitious bowers at rest, The lovely fair one, in his arms, Unfolding all her angel charms, Kindled high raptures in his breast. Beauty held a pleasing sway, While Euphrates gently flowed, Eden bloomed in fair array And dulcet song enlivened the abode. Happy, thrice happy state! Blessed with his Maker's smiles, Crowned with pleasure, free from toils, Not a pain his bosom soils. But hear, alas, the sequel of his fate! From feats of joy, he fell, to realms of woe! Just so the fall of heaven's audacious foe; When the Dread Sovereign on his regal throne, Swift hurled him with his impious comrades down, Down to chaotic darkness dire! Lightnings flashed around their heads, Thunders forced them to their beds, Where ceaseless vengeance feeds the raging fire. Adam, for a selfish pleasure, Forfeited his blissful treasure. 'Twas a foul fiend seduced him from those scenes, An evil minded fiend, by subtle means. Armed with a flaming sword and looks of awe, The just avengers of a broken law, Gabriel descended from above, To drive him from those scenes of love, Where music enlivened the grove. Reluctantly and slow he moves along, Still hears the melody of song, Which sweetly ravishes his ears; While fairy prospects, yet in view, Alarm his guilty mind anew; And, as he takes his last adieu, He turns, dejected, with a flood of tears.