Music to be Performed at the Grand National Peace Jubilee!: To be Held in Boston, June, 1869

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O. Ditson, 1869 - Concert programs - 112 pages

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Page 21 - Let rocks their si - lence break, The sound pro- long, ho - ly light; Pro - tect us by thy might, Great God, our King! \ Q»n — ir~ 1 — П F 1 Г J — 1 H f* i 1 /T^ti \ КПГ4 — a ¿— — J — -±-— ¡===¿r-:« i — ¿-^= Ц — 7 J ] 1 . My coun 2.
Page 21 - tis of thee, Sweet land of lib - er - ty, 2. My na - tive coun - try, thee, Land of the no - ble free, 3. Let mu - sic swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees 4. Our fa - thers...
Page 15 - Hail, Columbia ! happy land ! Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause; And when the storm of war was gone, Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
Page 10 - Great God! what do I see and hear? The end of things created ! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated : Beneath His cross I view the day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet him.
Page 5 - The on - ly throb she o'er ; And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more, gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives.
Page 6 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 11 - ANGEL of Peace, thou hast wandered too long ! Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love ! Come while our voices are blended in song, — Fly to our ark like the storm-beaten dove ! Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove, — Speed o'er the far-sounding billows of song, Crowned with thine olive-leaf garland of love, — Angel of Peace, thou hast waited too long...
Page 21 - Of thee I sing ; Land where my fa - thers died, Land of the Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and Sweet...
Page 21 - ry moun-tain side Let free -dom ring! tern - pled hills: My heart with rap - ture thrills Like that a - bove. breathe par-take; Let rocks their si - lence break,— The sound pro -long, ho - ly light; Pro - tect us by Thy might, Great God, our King!
Page 87 - I be - ne - di - ci - mus, we give tiiankt to thee, a - do - ra - mus, we a- dore thee, glo - ri - fi - ca - mus. we glo -ri - fy thee.

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