CHORAL SINGING.-How should a choral be sung, idea of time and numbers. In brief, the best chorals and what tunes shall we select? How shall we know contain notes related to each other by simple numbers, a good tune when we hear it? In answering these like Old Hundred, Dundee, Luther's Chant, Missionquestions, I shall try to make myself understood by ary Hymn, or related by cuch numbers as 1, 2, and 3, the unmusical reader. A good tune, fit to be sung by as Balerma, Dennis, Olmutz, Boylston and others. the congregation, must answer Rossini's question: Of course there are exceptions to this rule. Certain Will it grind?” For instance, “America" is a very tunes possess a life and animation strong enough to good hand-organ tune. It will grind first-rate. The carry them over any ordinary difficulties. Handel's tune known as Dundee is better still. It contains but Christmas and the Portuguese Hymn are notable extwo kinds of notes. The figures 1 and 2 represent its amples. If you take pains to examine the best Gercharacter. They are simple numbers, closely related. man chorals, you will find, as a rule, they contain only The tune Arlington has four kinds of notes, that may two kinds of notes long and short ones, related as be represented by the figures 1, 2, 212, and 4. This, i to 2. Simple and exact, they are easily caught, and you see, is an irregular arrangement. Tunes contain are produced, as we happen to know, with wonderful ing dotted notes are not the best, because the dotted effect. Having seen that simplicity of form and menote destroys that straight-forward, exact, and mechan-chanical exactitude are the standards of a good choral, ical character that appeals so directly to the common I let us see what more they should have. First comes




I. O, come, come a • way,
2. From toil and from care,
3. While sweet Phil - 0 . mel,
4. The bright day is gone,

From labor now re • pos - ing, Let bu - sy care a

On which the day is clos - ing, The hour of eve brings
The weary trav'ler cheer - ing, With evening song her
The moon and stars ap - pear - ing, With silv'ry light il-

while forbear, o
sweet reprieve, o
notes prolong, O
lume the night, o

come, come a • way. Come, come, our social joys renew, And come, come a • way. O come where love will smile on thee, And come, come a - way. In answ'ring song of sym - pa-thy, We'll come, come a - way. We'll join in grateful songs of praise, To

there with trust and friendship, too, Let true hearts welcome you, o come, come a - way.
round the heart will gladness be, And time fly mer - ri -ly, o come, come a - way.

sing in tuneful har - mo-ny, Of hope, joy, lib - er-ty, O come, come a - way.
Him who crowns our peaceful days With health, hope, hap - piness, O come, come a • way.

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association. Old Hundred has a rather dry, uninter-people-men, women and children—sing the melody; esting melody; yet it will never die. It has become and I find this the limit of their average voices. so bound up with our dearest thoughts, and connected | They can go higher; but it is strained and unpleasant. with our most sacred occasions, that we sing it with neither edifying nor agreeable. The tunes should tearful eyes, and wonder why we love such a dear, have a simple and flowing movement. The intervals stupid old song. Association keeps alive many a or steps between the notes should not be wide nor unpsalm that should be happily forgotten. The tunes usual. «America" has a remarkably singing melody, Mear and Marlow might well be expunged from our confined within seven notes. The tune Ward keeps books, as too dreary for any cheerful and sensible within six; and Naomi, one of the most beautiful Christian; yet there they are likely to stay as long as melodies ever written, covers only five notes. Choral you and I live. Next, the tunes should always be music is attracting increased attention every year. It pitched in low keys. I have listened to congrega is destined to grow and improve. Let us bid it God. tional singing for many years, and I have never heard speed. May the day soon come when we can say: the people sing above E of the scale with ease. The Yea, let all the people praise the Lord!”Barnard.




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A calm de - light, both day and night, To hap - py homes be · stow · ing:
They have given up the poi - son'd cup, Son, hus - band, daughter, broth · er.

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NOW. Full far away a city stands,

When shall we meet again, meet ne'er to sever? 'Mid three-fold walls of years :

When will peace wreathe her chain round us for Remember thy Creator now, The soul sea washes on its strands,


[blows, • In these thy youthful days; Its skies are smiles and tears; (fore,' Our hearts will ne'er repose, safe from each blast that| He will accept thine earliest vow, There dwell all those who've gone be- In this dark vale of woes, neverno, never !

And listen to thy praise,
There soon we all shall be ;

Remember thy Creator now,
Yet they who there give hand to hand, When shall love freely flow, pure as life's river?
When shall sweet friendship glow changeless for-

And seek Him while He's near ; That warm hand never see.


(shall fill,

For evil days will come, when thou

Shalt find no comfort near.
The brimming cup we there shall fill, Where joys celestial thrill, where bliss each heart
No clinking answer lends;

And fears of parting chill, never-no, never! Remember thy Creator now,
The jovial song we there shall sing, Up to that world of light, take us, dear Saviour ; .

His willing servant be; (bow, In silence 'gins and ends.

1 May we all there unite, blessed forever ; [swell, But in that land will meet full oft,

Then, when thy head in death shall
Where kindred spirits dwell, there may our music

He will remember thee.
This goodly company;
And time our joys dispel, never-no, never!

Almighty God! our hearts incline, And each to each a health will pledge,

Thy heav'nly voice to hear; That land of memory.

Soon shall we meet again, meet ne'er to sever; Let all our future days be Thine,
Soon shall peace wreath her chain round us for-

Devoted to Thy fear.

(woes :
Our hearts will then repose secure from worldly
Sweet bird, thy early note is gay,
Our songs of praise shall close never-no, never!' 1JESUS, THE VERY THOUGH?

OF THEE. In woodland or in glade;

THE BOAT SONG. It tells of flowers that ne'er decay,

Jesus, the very thought of Thee Of joys that never fade; Thy song, so sweetly it doth float On we are floating in sunshine and shadow,

With sweetness fills the breast;

But sweeter far Thy face to see,
Soft are the ripples that sing as we go,
O'er leafy bank and dell,
It seems some spirit's mocking note,

Softly they break on the edge of the meadow, And in Thy presence rest.
From Echo's silver shell.
Wooing the grasses with melodies low.

Nor voice can sing,nor heart can frame,
Lightly our boat on the water is swinging,

Nor can memory find,
Sweet bird, I hear thy welcome call, Onward she floats while the swift oars we ply, A sweeter sound than Jesus' Name,
As on thy halcyon wing:

Gay are our hearts as the songs we are singing, 1 The Saviour of mankind.
Now joyous swell, now gently fall, Bright are our hopes as the radiant sky.
Sweet warbler of the spring :

JO Hope of ev'ry contrite heart,
Comrades, sing on, while the echoes awaking,
How many hours I've sat and heard

O Joy of all the meek,
Join in your music with happy refrain,

ling. To those who fall, how kind Thou art !

(ing. Thy tender, loving lay!

. Sing, while the waves on the sunny banks breakOh! thou did'st seem some spirit bird

How good to those who seek! From Eden lands away.

Answer your cadence with music again,
Soon will the mantle ofev'ning fall o'er us.

But what to those who find ? Ah ! this

Nor tongue nor pen can show; Soon will the daylight fade out from the sky, Could I but live those youthful hoursThat happy time once more, Then with a thought of a welcome before us,

The love of Jesus, what it is I'd laugh at care and scatter flowers Back thro' the twilight we'll cheerfully hie. None but his loved ones know. As gaily as of yore.

Jesus, our only joy be Thou, 'Tis true, our fleeting days impart


As thou our prize wilt be;
Alternate hopes and fears ;

In Thee be all our glory now,
But many a joy lights up the heart,
What fairy-like music steals over the sea,

And through eternity.
Along the flight of years.

Entrancing the senses with charm'd melody ! [main,
'Tis the voice of the mermaid, that floats o'er t
As she mingles her song with the gondolier's strain! SOFTLY NOW THE LIGHT OF

GUIDE ME. 0 THOU GREAT | The winds are all hush'd, and the waters at rest:
They sleep like the passions in infancy's breast;

Softly now the light of day
Till storms shall unchain them from out their dar

Fades upon my sight away ;
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah !

Free from care, from labor free, Pilgrim through this barren land; And break the repose of the shore and the wave. Lord, I would commune with thee, I am weak, but Thou art mighty;

Thou, whose all-pervading eye Hold me with Thy powerful hand :


Naught escapes, without, within, Bread of heaven,

Pardon each infirmity, Feed me till I want no more.

When early morning's ruddy light bids man to la Open fault, and secret sin.

bor go, Open Thou the crystal fountain

We haste with scythes all sharp and bright Soon for me the light of day
Whence the healing streams do flow, | The meadow grass to mow.

Shall foreves pass away;
We mowers, dal de ral day.

Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
We cut the lilies--ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!

Take me, Lord, to dwell with Thee. Lead me all my journey through ;

Hey, dey, dey, yes, hey, dey, dey,
Strong Deliverer,

Thou who, sinless, yet hast known Be Thou still my strength and shield.

All of man's infirmity
We cut the lilies and hay.

Then, from Thine eternal throne,
The cheerful lark sings sweet and clear, the black-
When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Jesus, look with pitying eye. bird chirps away,

[May. Bid the swelling stream subside ; And all is lively, sprightly here, like m erry, merry Death of death, and hell's destruction, We mowers, dal de ral day,

Land me safe on Canaan's side : | We roll the swaths of green-ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!
Songs of praises
Hey, dey, dey, yes, hey, dey, dey,

Jesus, lover of my soul,
I will ever give to Thee.
We roll the swaths of green hay.

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
The maidens come in gladsome train, and skip along

While the nearer waters roll, SOFT MUSIC IS STEALING. the way,

(mown hay.

While the tempest still is high ; Rejoiced to tread the grassy plain and toss the new

Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, The maidens, dal re ral day,

Till the storm of life be past;
Soft, soft music is stealing,
Sweet, sweet lingers the strain; They rake the lilies and-ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! hall

Safe into the haven guide;
Loud, loud now it is pealing,
Hey, dey, dey, yes, hey, dey, dey,

Oh! receive my soul at last.
Waking the echoes again.
They rake the lilies and hay.

Other refuge have I none;
Yes, yes yes yes.

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Waking the echoes again.


Leave, ah ! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me! Join, joia children of sadness, | The mill-wheels are clapping; the brook turns them Send, seni sorrow away ; round, clip, clap !

All my help from Thee I bring : Now, now cranging to gladness, By day and by night is the grain being ground, clip, Cover my defenceless head Warble a beautiful lay. The miller is jolly and ever alert,

With the shadow of Thy wing! Yes, yes, yes, yes,

That we may have bread and be glad like a bird, Warble a beautiful lay. clip ciap, clip, clap, clip, ciap.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found.

Grace to cover all my sin; Sweet, sweet melody's numbers, How busy the wheels are in turning the stone, clip, Let the healing streams abound; Hark! hark ! gently they swell,


[clip, clap, Make and keep me pure within ! Deep, deep, waking from slumbers, And grinding so finely the grain we have grown, Thou of Life the Fountain art, Thoughts in the bosom that dwell. The baker the flour for the baking will use,

Freely let me take of Thee; Yes, yes, yes, yes,

And make us a roll, or a cake if we choose, cli Spring Thou up within my heart ! Thoughts in the bosom that dwell.' clap, clip, clap, clip, clap.

Rise to all eternity.

rthe Music of the Car--and Humne on this naon mau hu found in Sunplement No. 7.1



1. The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o'er the sea, When Mary left her highland cot, And

2. Where'er I wander'd, east or west, Tho' fate began to lower, A solace still was she to me, In 3. And when my fever'd lips were parch'd On burning Afric's sand, She whisper'd notes of happiness, And

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wander'd forth with me. The flowers deck'd the mountain side, And fragrance fill'd the vale, By sor - row's lone - ly hour: When tempests lash'd our gallant bark, And rent her shivering sail, One tales of dis - tant land: My life had been a wilderness, Un-blest by for- tune's gale, Had

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tempests rave, Rul - er of wind and wave, Do Thou our coun - try save By Thy great might ! ev · er nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To Thee a · loud we cry, God save the State !

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