The Diapason: A Collection of Church Music : to which are Prefixed a New and Comprehensive View of "Music and Its Notation," Exercises for Reading Music, and Vocal Training, Songs, Part-songs, Rounds, Etc. : the Whole Arranged and Adapted for Choirs, Singing Schools, Musical Conventions, and Social Gatherings
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beau bless blest bove breath bright bring called cheer CHORUS CLASSES clear comes dark dear death Double dwell earth eight eyes fall fear five Flat flow fore four give glad gone grace hap-py hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour HYMN intervals join kind King land Lessons light lone Lord Mason measure Moderato morn MUSIC ness night notes o'er pass peace pitch Practical prais praise prayer Realities rest rise Root round Scale Second seven sharps shout Signs sing soft song Soprano soul sound stand stars step sweet thee thine thou thought thro tion tones truth tune voice wait wake
Page 244 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Page 192 - T'HE Lord my shepherd is; *- I shall be well supplied : Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place * Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear...
Page 140 - Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near ; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
Page 190 - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. Our comforts and our cares.
Page 289 - Amen, so let it be : Life from the dead is in that word ; 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.