Court Odes: My trembling song, awake, arise


 Selected item (#5029) = My trembling song, awake, arise
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incipit (first line(s), normalized): My trembling song, awake, arise
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the item's genre (general): ode
the item's genre (specific): New Year’s Day
the institution/place or purpose 
for which the work was first destined:
English court
the work's year (or focal date, if known): 1684
author of the text: Thomas Flatman
composer of the music: John Blow
Number of texts stored: 2  
  • Selected text (below): #311 / Source: GB-Lbl Add. 33287, ff. 118-124v
  • Text #310 / Source: Poems and Songs, by Thomas Flatman, Fourth Edition, pp. 201-203
    special title: ‘A SONG on New years-day before the King, Car.2. Set by Dr. BLOWE, 1682/3’
 Selected text (#311) / Source: GB-Lbl Add. 33287, ff. 118-124v  
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GB-Lbl Add. 33287
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ff. 118-124v
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[Verse] - Cho.
My trembling song awake arise
And early tell thy tunefull tale
Ritor

[A solo]
Tell the great Master that the night is gone
The feeble Phantomes disappear
And now the new years welcome Sun
O’respreads the Eastern skies
Ritor

Cho:
He smiles on ev’ry hill
He smiles on ev’ry vale
His glorys fill our Hemisphere
Ritor

Tell me Apollo greats him well
And with his fellow Wanderers agrees
To reward all his Labors and Lengthen his days
In spite of the politick follys of Hell

Verse solus
Tell him a Crown of thorns no more shall his sacred temples gore
For all the Rigors of his Life are o’re
Wondrous Prince design’d to show
What noble minds can truly undergoe

You are our wonder you our Love
Earth from beneath & Heav’n from above

Call aloud for songs of Triumph & of praise
Their voices and their souls they Raise

Cho:
IĂ´ Paen now we sing
Long live the King, Long live the King
[Ritor]

Rise mighty Monarch and ascend the Throne;
’Tis yet once more your owne
For Lucifer and all his Legions are O’rethrown
Son of the morning first born son of Light
How wert thou Tumbled headlong down
Into the Dungeon of Eternall Night

While the Loyall Stars of the Celestiall Quire
Surrounded with augmented Beams
Mingle their unpolluted flames
Their just Creator they admire
Ritor
With awfull Reverence they adore him
Cover their faces and fall down before him
And Night and Day for ever Sing
Hosanna Allelujah to th’almighty King


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