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JAN 2 1934
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SUNDAY SCHOOL
SINGING BOOK:
TO WHICH 19 ADDED A FEW
MORAL SONGS.
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BTf GEO. KINGSLEY.
APPROVED BY THE BOSTON SUNDAY SCHOOL SOCIETY.
BOSTON:
PUBLISHED BY CHARLES BOWEN.
1832,
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1832, by
CHARLES BOWEN,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.
STEREOTYPED BY LYMAN THURSTON & Co.,
BOSTON.
PREFACE.
The connexion of music with primary instruction, has of late become an
object of much interest. It has been too long supposed, that for the culti-
vation of this art, peculiar natural powers were required, of which few
persons were possessed. Hence, as forming a branch of education, of
general application, it has hitherto excited but little attention. For those
who from peculiar inclinations, were led to become its professed votaries,
it was thought little instruction was necessary, and for most others, all was
useless. It certainly is not true, that it is in the power of every one, to
become musicians of the first class, and on the other hand, it is certain that
a few notwithstanding every attention, and the most careful instruction,
will not accomplish enough to prove a source of much gratification to them-
selves, or others. But this is no more, than from the consistency of things,
we should be led to expect. In every pursuit some with apparently small
effort, will make rapid progress, others with great exertions, will accomplish
but little. The error has been, that while music has ever been esteemed
as possessing high claims, whether regarded as an aid to devotion, an
elegant accomplishment, or a source of enjoyment onl* insuperable obsta-
cles have been supposed to exist in the way of its becoming an object of
systematic education, capable of being generally diffused.
Experiment has demonstrated this to be an error. It has proved, that
where musical instruction is combined with the early studies, under judi-
cious directions, most children make satisfactory improvement with great
facility, and that where there would seem to be a deficiency of natural
capacity, and even apparently an entire want of it, it may be developed
and become susceptible of good cultivation. Some will be found less easy
to instruct than others. Some with the greatest care bestowed on them, will
make only tolerable progress. There will be dunces here as in e'very
species of acquirement, and here also pupils with inferior capacity with
more time and labor often outstrip those naturally more apt. It is by no
means necessary, that in consequence of this combination, other and more
indispensable studies are to be supplanted or neglected. Great attainments
PREFACE.
in any one pursuit are it is true generally acquired at the expense of others
But it is not expected that all are to become adepts in music. This would
not be desired were it practicable, any more than that every one should aim
at a perfect knowledge of a particular department of one of the mathematical
or natural sciences. It is considered by children rather in the light of an
agreeable recreation, than as constituting a portion of their duties, and will
serve to modify those tasks which they are disposed to regard as irksome.
It is wished that as a science and one of the fine arts, as having an
influence of the most salutary tendency, and we may add its sacred con-
nexions, it may be made accessible to all. And it is believed as the subject
is now considered, and further experiments are made, it will be regarded
more and more, as constituting an essential branch of primary education.
For some months past vocal music has formed a part of the instructions
of a few of the sabbath schools in this city. From the relation of the
editor with these as instructer in this department, he was induced to pre-
pare this volume of sacred and moral music.
It consists of many melodies from the best masters, which have been har-
monized and arranged, besides many original pieces, composed by the editor
and never before published. In the choice of poetry, it has been his aim,
to keep constantly in view, the favorable tendency which may be exerted
on young minds.
He would hope that it may be found attractive and pleasant to those who
would learn the art of music, but not juvenile and frivolous, and that it
may combine a moral influence without partaking of any sectarian views.
If the music which this volume contains is found useful in promoting
musical education, the time and labor bestowed on it, will be sufficiently
recompensed.
GENERAL INDEX.
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
45
Brattle Street
. 43
Christian Pilgrim's invitation
14
Evening Hymn , . .
. 31
Glory to our heavenly King . ,
54
God of my life
. 67
Go when the morning shineth •
6
Great is the Lord . . .
. 33
Guide me, 0 ! thou great Jehovah
81
Harp of the winds .
. 97
Holy Lord God of Sabaoth
60
How gentle God's commands •
. 49
Hunter's Chorus . . ,
104
I know a bank . .
. 110
Jordan . • . . ,
11
Morning Hymn •
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Morning Hymn .
18
Morning Hymn, second
. 40
Now at mooonlight 's fairy hours ,
86
O hour of joy
. 85
Oft in the stilly night . . .
118
O praise God in his holiness
. 69
Our way across the sea . . •
114
Peace, troubled soul
. 55
Penitence . . . •
25
Providence profusely kind . •
. 77
Queen of May .
94
Sabbath Morning • . •
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Sabbath Evening . . «
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Sacred Wisdom
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Safely through another week . .
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Sanctus ....
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Say ! what is life ? . .
See the gleams of daylight swim
Spring
Summer Song
Swiss Boy
The goodness of God
The Lord's Supper
The love of God .
The Lord is my Shepherd
The Lord is risen indeed
The power of God . •
The Sunday School
The Sunset tree
There is an hour of earthly woe
This is the Sabbath day
Thy will be done .
'Tis spring ! 'tis the beautiful spring
When the winter's tempest lowers
While with ceaseless course the sun
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103
116
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METRICAL INDEX TO THE SACRED MUSIC.
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Awake, my soul, and with the sun .
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God of my life . ,
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Morning Hymn . . .
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Say ! what is life ? • •
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Sabbath Evening . • .
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Spring • ,
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The goodness of God . • •
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The Lord's Supper . .
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The love of God
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The power of God . , ,
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There is an hour of earthly woe
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Common Metre.
Jordan .
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Morning Hymn, second
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Thy will be done .
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The Lord is my Shepherd
The Lord is risen indeed
This is the Sabbath day . .
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Glory to our heavenly King
Penitence .
51
25
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Providence profusely kind
Sacred Wisdom .
Safely through another week
See the gleams of daylight swim .
While with ceaseless course the sun .
_ , 7s & 6. Metre.
Go when the morning shineth .
Guide me, O ! thou great Jehovah .
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When the winter's tempest lowers .
Sabbath Morning
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6 Metre.
How gentle God's commands
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Christian Pilgrim's invitation
^reat is the Lord
Holy Lord God of Sabaoth
O praise God in his holiness
Sanctus
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Harp of the winds
Hunter's Chorus
I know a bank
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O hour of joy
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Our way across the sea
Queen of May
Summer Song
Swiss Boy
The Sunset tree
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Hymn 11.— THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD.
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Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ;
All below is but a dream.
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A smile unsullied by a tear !
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3 Lord ! I my vows to thee renew ;
Scatter my sins as morning dew ;
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12 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blessed, and brake :
What love through all his actions ran !
What wondrous words of grace he spake !
3 c This is my body, broke for sin ;
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The marriage supper of the Lamb.
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2 All nature shows thy boundless love,
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3 There, what delightful truths are given !
There Jesus shows the way to heaven ;
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2 There is an hour when sorrow bends
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3 That hour is when in heavenly light,
Faith triumphs over nature's woe ;
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2 The sheep are released from the fold,
To nibble their delicate meal ;
The lambkins as merry as May,
Are gamboling over the hill ;
The oxen are loosed from the barn,
And patiently bend to the yoke ;
The stubble is burning in piles,
Beclouding the fields with its smoke.
MORAL SONGS.
S All creatures that live, are at work,
Providing for seasons to come ;
And he must be tilling his ground,
Who'd have loaded wagons go home :
Then I will be idle no more,
But study as hard as I can ;
A good stock of knowledge lay up,
To use when I'm grown to a man.
4 As this is the spring of my life,
The seeds of pure goodness I'll sow :
That, fast as my years shall increase,
In knowledge and virtue, I'll grow :
To do all the good in my power,
Shall be every minute's employ ;
And then when my seasons are o'er,
I'll reap a rich harvest of joy.
103
SUMMER SONG.
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Come, come, come, The summer now is here ; Come
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out among the flowers, And make some pretty bowers.
104
MORAL SONGS.
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2 Come, come, come,
The summer now is here,
Come cull the pretty posies,
The violets and roses.
Come, come, come,
The summer now is here.
3 Come, come, come,
The summer now is here ;
Come ramble in the bushes,
And hear the pretty thrushes.
Come, come, come,
The summer now is here.
HUNTER'S CHORUS. Weber.
Jl Con Spirito.
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To follow the stag thro' the forests and
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MORAL SONGS.
105
huntsman, For whom does life's cup more enchantingly flow? Oh
meadows, When brigntly the beams of the morning first glow ?
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106
MORAL SONGS.
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wand rings can ever be found ; When echoing caverns and
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MORAL SONGS.
107
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goblet we'll sound. Then hark follow, hark follow,
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Andante.
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Queen. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, And the
Queen.
112
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nodding, nodding violet grows. I know a bank where-
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There sleeps the fairy Queen,there sleeps sometimes of the night.
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1st time. 2d time.
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Lull'd in their flow'rs with dances and delight,
MORAL SONGS.
113
ight, with dances and delight, wit
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OUR WAY ACROSS THE SEA.
Andante con expressione.
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Home, fare thee well! The ocean's storm is o'er,
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The weary pennon woo's the seaward wind, Fast speeds the
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MORAL SONGS.
115
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wave with those we leave behind ; Fare, fare thee well,
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well, Land of the free, No tongue can tell the love I
bear to thee, Fare, fare thee well, Land of the
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free, No tongue can tell the love I bear to thee.
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116
MORAL SONGS.
2 We wreath no bowl to drink a gay good bye,
For tears would fall unbidden in the wine,
And while reflected was the mournful eye
The sparkling surface e'en would cease to shine.
Then fare, fare well ;
Once more, once more,
The ocean's swell
Now hides my native shore.
3 See where yon star its Diamond light displays, —
Now seen now hid behind the swelling sail, —
Hope rides in gladness on its streaming rays,
And bids us on, and bribes the fav'ring gale.
Then Hope we bend
In joy to thee ;
And careless wend
Our way acroos the sea.
Con Spirito.
SWISS BOY.
Moschelee
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ome arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss Boy! Take thy
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pail and to labour away. The sun is up, with
MORAL SONGS,
117
ruddy beam, The kine are thronging to the stream, Come a -
rouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss Boy ! Take thy
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1 and to labour away.
2 Am not I, am not I, say, a merry Swfss Boy,
When ] hie to the mountain away ?
For there a Shepherd maiden dear,
Awaits my song with list'ning ear,
Am not I, am not I, then a merry Swiss Boy,
When I hie to the mountain away ?
3 Then at night, then at night, oh ! a gay Swiss Boy !
I'm away to my comrades away.
The cup we fill, the wine is pass'd
t In friendship round, until, at last,
With 'good night,' and 'good night,' goes the happy Swiss Boy
io his home and his slumbers away.
118 MORAL SONGS.
OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. Stevenson.
Affettuoso.
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MORAL SONGS.
119
spoken, The eyes that shone now dimm'd and gone, The
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cheerful hearts now broken, Thus in the stilly night, Ere
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120
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mmmmmm
other
days a
round me.
MWMmmmm
When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather ;
I feel like one, who treads alone
Some banquet hall, deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all, but h;3, departed !
Thus in the stilly night,
When slumber's chain has bound me>
Sad mem'ry brings the light of other days around me-
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