The Missouri harmony, or, A collection of psalm and hymn tunes, and anthems : an introduction to the grounds and rudiments of music
Contains 185 selections that are used in churches and singing schools which sometimes convened in taverns. This title points out the importance of tunebooks and frontier singing schools in teaching Americans to read music. It provides the collection of compositions for congregations and choirs. It includes thirty-seven fuguing tunes.
Musical Score, English, ©1994
University of Nebraska Press, Lincoln, ©1994
Shape-note hymnals
1 score (xx, 200, 40 pages) ; 16 x 23 cm
9780803261143, 0803261144
29313560
Salvation, oh! The joyful sound
Ye nations round the earth rejoice
Sweet is the work, my God my King
Come children, learn to fear the Lord
Blow ye the trumpet, blow
In God's own house pronounce His praise
O come, loud anthems let us sing
Look from on high, great God, and see, Thy saints lamenting after Thee
Once more my soul the rising day
Broad is the road that leads to death
Show pity, Lord, O Lord forgive
Look what is man, poor feeble man
The Lord my Shepherd is
Why do we mourn departing friends?
Return, O God of love return
Come humble sinner, in whose breast a thousand thoughts revolve
Hail sov'reign love, that first began
Teach me the measure of my days
Arise my tender thoughts arise
With cheerful notes let all the earth
My Saviour and my King
Death, what a solemn word to all!
Why do we mourn departing friends
Hark, it is wisdom's voice
Come Thou fount of ev'ry blessing
Sweet is the day of sacred rest
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
O Thou whose presence my soul takes delight
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
Oh when shall I see Jesus
Who should vain mortals tremble at the sight of death and destruction
Lo what an entertaining sight
Behold the man of three score and ten
My God, my life, my love
Let Zion and her sons rejoice
Thus saith the mercy of the Lord
In vain the healthy mortals toil
'Twas on that dark, that doleful night
Awake, my heart, arise my tongue
Thy words the raging winds control
Before the rosy dawn of day
With joy the people stand
Father, I long, I faint to see
With rev'rence let the saints appear
How condescending and how kind
O sleep nor slumber to his eyes
O, were I like a feathered dove
Death! 'tis a melancholy day
Death, like an overflowing stream
He dies! The friend of sinners dies!
This life's a dream, an empty show
Forbear, my friends, forbear, and ask no more
When I can read my title clear
Come ye that love the Lord
My soul repent His praise
Come Thou fount of ev'ry blessing
On the fair heav'nly hills
Come, Thou Almighty King
His hoary frost, His fleecy snow
How does my heart rejoice
How tedious and tasteless the hours
False are the men of high degree
With inward pain my heart strings sound
While beauty and youth are in their full prime
Glorious things of Thee are spoken
Come, O! Thou traveler unknown
The day is pass'd and gone
Thy mercy my God is the theme of my song
Tho' all the world below
Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound
And let this feeble body fail
Behold the lep'rous Jew
'Twas on that dark, that doleful night
Praise to the Lord of boundless might
So fades the lovely blooming flow'r
From all who dwell below the skies
Thou we adore eternal name
This spacious earth is all the Lord's
Agonizing in the garden
How long, dear Saviour
Hark! From the tombs a doleful sound
O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight
Grace! 'tis a charming sound
Of tyranny we mourn
My God, how many are my fears. All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name
My God accept my early vows
Sleep, downy sleep, come close my eyes
Let ev'ry creature join to praise th' eternal God
Come sound His praise abroad
Happy the heart where graces reign
Life is the time to serve the Lord
With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue
Jesus, with all Thy saints above
Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak
I hear the thirsty cry
Come on my partners in distress
Let sinners take their course
Young people all attention give
Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound
While Thee I seek protecting power
There is a land of pure delight
God is our refuge in distress
Great God attend while Zion sings
Early my God without delay
Now let our mournful songs record
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
I send the joys of earth away
Thy works of glory mighty Lord
No burning heats by day
The hill of Zion yields
To fairer worlds, to fairer worlds
Show pity, O Lord forgive
Hail the day that saw Him rise
Behold the judge descends
Thy wrath lies heavy on my soul
From all that dwell below the skies
How did his flowing tears condole
The Lord descended form above
Thro' ev'ry age eternal God
Jesus the vision of Thy face
How sweet the minutes roll
Oh! If my Lord would come and meet
While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night
My soul, thy great Creator praise
When shall Thy lovely face be seen?
Along the banks where Babel's current flows
This life's a dream, an empty show
Thou great and sov'reign Lord of all
I'll praise my maker with my breath
From low pursuits exalt my mind
Let ev'ry creature join
Now in the heat of youthful blood
My soul come meditate the day
My refuge is the God above
Hark, the Redeemer from on high
Death is to us a sweet repose
Gently he draws my heart along
The son of man they did betray
Not to our names, Thou only just and true
This life's a dream, an empty show
Now to the shining realms above
I'll praise my maker with my breath
Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey
Hither ye faithful haste with songs of triumph
How tedious and tasteless the hours
From war's dread confusion I pensively stray'd
What sorrowful sounds do I hear
Mine eyes are now closing to rest
Ye weary heavy laden souls. 'Tis night and the landscape is lovely no more
My soul forsakes not vain delight
In vain we lavish out our lives
See the leaves ye falling
This spacious earth is all the Lord's
Stoop down my thoughts that used to rise
Our souls by love together knit
Sacred to heav'n behold the dome appears
The morning sun shines from the east
Vain, delusive world adieu
Hail! Columbia, happy land
God of my life, whose bounteous care
When God reveal'd His gracious name
I cannot bear Thine absence, Lord
I love Thee my Saviour
Come all ye mourning pilgrims dear
Through ev'ry age eternal God
When in death I shall calm recline
Come friends and relations let's join heart and hand
I'm tir'd of visits modes and forms
Bright scenes of glory strike my sense
That awful day will surely come
Vital spark of heav'nly flame
Cease fond nature
Before Jehovah's awful throne
David the King was grieved and moved
The Lord is ris'n indeed!
Hark, hark, hark, ye mortals hear the trumpet
I heard a great voice from heav'n saying unto me
I am the rose of Sharon
Behold! Behold the wretch whose lust and wine
I behold, and lo a great multitude which no man could number
Our Lord is risen from the dead
Vital spark of heav'nly flame
There is a house not made with hands
He leads me to the place, where heav'nly pastures grow
Grace 'tis a charming sound
Thy name, Almighty Lord
Sweet to rejoice in lively hope
The Lord of glory is my light
Now shall my head be lifted high
Awake, my soul, arise my tongue
O render thanks and bless the Lord
Come let us join our cheerful songs
My God, the spring of all my joys
The heav'ns declare Thy glory Lord
The King of Saints how fair His face
With all my pow'r of heart and tongue
Come hither all ye weary souls
Now to the Lord a noble song
From all that dwell below the skies
Now we'd all with grateful spirits
Great God, the heav'ns well order'd frame
Glory to God on high
Begin my soul th' exalted lay
Great God, we sing Thy mighty hand
Children of the heav'nly King
Guide me O Thou great Jehovah
O praise the Lord in that blest place
Beyond, beyond the glitt'ring starry skies
From Greenland's icy mountains
All things fair and bright are Thine
There's nothing true but heav'n
Blessed be the Lord forevermore
For 2-4 voices
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Originally published: 9th ed. Cincinnati : Phillips and Reynolds, 1846
Includes indexes