Christian Song (Jeremiah Ingalls)

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• (Posted 2017-08-18)  CPDL #45942:       

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-08-18).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 47 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape). All three stanzas included, as in Ingalls 1805.

General Information

Title: Christian Song
First Line: Mine eyes are now closing to rest
Composer: Jeremiah Ingalls
Lyricist: Abner Reed^{create page}

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred, Set piece

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1805 in Ingalls' The Christian Harmony, pp. 172-174, for three voices: Treble-Tenor-Bass
Description: Words by Abner Reed, published in 1797. In Ingalls 1805 there are three stanzas, each triple 88. 88. The last four lines of the third stanza are by Charles Wesley, 1746. This song is on page 240 in The Sacred Harp, 1844 to the present; an alto part was written by William Walker in 1866.

Original text and translations

English text 1. Mine eyes are now closing to rest, My body must soon be removed; And moldering, lie buried in dust, No more to be envied or loved, Ah! what is this drawing my breath, And stealing my senses away? O! tell me, my soul, is it death? Releasing me kindly from clay. Now, mounting, my soul shall descry The regions of pleasure and love, My spirit triumphant shall fly And dwell with my Savior above.

2. O happy! thrice happy exchange! My Savior with eyes full of love. Now beckons me—soon I shall range The fields of bright glory above. O! break off these fetters of clay! I long to be freed from this load: Lord Jesus, I mourn thy delay. Impatient to be with my God. Each moment seems lingering and flow, While far from my home I must stay; I long for those pleasures that flow Unceasing in regions of day.

3. No more to be tempted by sin; No longer by Satan be vexed; My conscience is peaceful within, And is by no passion perplexed. Now speedily wafted on wing, This world in a moment I leave: O death! where is now thy famed sting, And where is thy victory, O grave? Rejoice, for a brother's deceased, (a) Our loss is his infinite gain; A soul out of prison released, And freed from its bodily pain.

(a) Original text and translations may be found at Rejoice for a brother deceased.