The Boston Academy's Collection of Church Music; Consisting of the Most Popular Psalm and Hymn Tunes, Anthems, Sentences, Chants, &C. Old and New (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1839 Excerpt: ...raise you to my heavenly home 3. "'Blest is the man, whose shorn vat take, My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to the neck, My grace shall make the burden light. 1. Come blessed Spirit, source of light, Whose power and grace are uncoi.nned, Dispel the gloomy shades of night, -The thicker darkness of the To mine illumined eyes display The glorious truth thy words reveal; Cause me to run the heavenly way, Make me delight to do thy will. 3 Thine inward teachings make me know, The mysteries of redeeming love, The vanity of things below, And excellence of things above. 4 While through this dubious maze I stray, Spread, like the sun. thy beams abroad Oh show the dangers of the way, And guide my feeble steps to God. Church Psalmody, Hxj. IW This tune is taken from " Occasional I'salm and Hymn Tunes." by permission ol ine proprietor oi mat worn lit. vo 1. 4"We all, 0 Lord, have gone astray, And wandered from thy heavenly way: The vriUls of sin our feet hare trod, Far from the paths of thee our God. 1 When we our wearied limbs to rest; Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, We wept--with doleful thoughts oppressed, And Zion was our mournful theme. Ltntantlo. Our harps that when with joy we sung, Were wont their tuneful perls to bear, With silent strings neglected hung, On willow trees that withered there. Lentando. - 6 0 #5 6 75 65-6-ifc6 F 65 PARAJT. L. M Lite is Ihe time to serve the Lord, The time t'insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner m, y return. 7 6 7 C % I ' The air of this tune is found in the old Chura Book as far back as the time of Luther; it was originally written in notes of equal length m 1. Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest a-bo...