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In my college choir we sang this choral work by Edvard Grieg. Guess who is the soloist. Boy does he sound young. The picture is from 1987 but the performance is from the 1988 tour.
English Translation
How fair is Thy face,
Yea fair, yea fair,
Thou Son of God, Thou Prince of Grace!
O Thou my Shulamite, sweet and kind,
Yea kind, yea kind,
All that I have is also Thine.
My friend, Thou art mine,
Yea mine, yea mine;
For evermore let me be Thine.
Thou canst me save, canst me save,
Yea save, yea save,
Both here on earth and 'yond the grave.
Remember my plight,
Yea plight, yea plight:
Around me hostile swords flash bright.
Fly hither. Dove of Grace, Dove of Grace,
Apace, apace!
Among the rocks are peace and space. (translation Percy Grainger)