Acton (Abraham Wood)

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  • (Posted 2015-04-14)  CPDL #35084:     
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-04-14).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 54 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Oval note edition. Five more stanzas from Hart's hymn added below.
  • (Posted 2015-04-14)  CPDL #35083:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2015-04-14).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 55 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). Five more stanzas from Hart's hymn added below.

General Information

Title: Acton
First Line: Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear
Composer: Abraham Wood
Lyricist: Joseph Hart

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn &nbsp: Meter: 86. 86 (C.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Description: Words by Joseph Hart, 1759.

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Original text and translations

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Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear;
Repent; thy end is nigh,
Death at the farthest can't be far;
Oh, think before thou die!

Reflect, thou hast a soul to save,
Thy sins how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond thy grave?
How stands that dark account!

Death enters, and there's no defense,
His time there's none can tell,
He'll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven or to hell.

Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care,
Shall crawling worms consume,
But ah, destruction stops not there;
Sin kills beyond the tomb!

Today, the gospel calls, today:
Sinners, it speaks to you;
Let every one forsake his way,
And mercy will ensue,

Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood,
How vile so-e'er he be,
Abundant pardon, peace with God;
All given entirely free.