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John Arnold
(1720 - 1792)
I am come into my garden
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An anthem from the Song of Solomon in "West Gallery" style. The source is written for A.T.B. with A.T.B. clefs, but the current edition provides A.T.B. and T.T.B. versions.
From Arnold's Leicestershire Harmony, London 1759, "composed, in modern taste, for four voices, by an eminent master of the county of Leicester; and now first published for the use of country churches".
From Arnold's Leicestershire Harmony, London 1759, "composed, in modern taste, for four voices, by an eminent master of the county of Leicester; and now first published for the use of country churches".
Lyrics: Song of Solomon, ch.5, v.1,2
I am come into my garden, my sister and my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice: I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey: I have drank my wine with my milk: eat, O friends: drink, yea drink abundantly, my beloved.
I sleep, but my heart it waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love and my dove: for my head is filled with the dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
I am come into my garden, my sister and my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice: I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey: I have drank my wine with my milk: eat, O friends: drink, yea drink abundantly, my beloved.
I sleep, but my heart it waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love and my dove: for my head is filled with the dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.