Crostic (Jeremiah Ingalls)

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• (Posted 2017-04-03)  CPDL #43872:       

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-04-03).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 85 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Four-part version; Counter part written by B. C. Johnston, 2017. oval note edition. Words substituted: Isaac Watts, 1717, paraphrase of Psalm 6, with six stanzas. Two triads of stanzas included.

• (Posted 2017-04-03)  CPDL #43871:   

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-04-03).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 2 pages, 101 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Four-part version; Counter part written by B. C. Johnston, 2017. Note shapes added (4-shape). Words substituted: Isaac Watts, 1717, paraphrase of Psalm 6, with six stanzas. Two triads of stanzas included.

• (Posted 2017-04-03)  CPDL #43869:       

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-04-03).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 2 pages, 75 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Notes in shapenote format (4-shape). Original words, as printed in Ingalls 1805.

General Information

Title: Crostic
First Line: Jesus, our great high priest, was slain
First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes
Composer: Jeremiah Ingalls
Lyricist: Jeremiah Ingalls
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred, Set piece   Meter: 88. 88. 88. 88. 88. 88

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1805 in Ingalls' The Christian Harmony, pp. 10-11
Description: Words by Ingalls, originally "eighteen stanzas" (Wells 1902), but only three printed in Ingalls 1805. The words are an acrostic on the name of Judith Brock, sung at her funeral in 1797 in Newbury, Vermont. She died at the age of 13 (Wells 1902).

Original text and translations

English text

Jesus, our great high priest, was slain,
Up to his Father's throne he flies;
Death and the grave may boast in vain,
In him our strength and safety lies.

Triumphant thoughts may still be sung,
Hope is not bounded on the grave;
Beyond the grave our chiefest song
Runs through the space of endless days.

Open your eyes, ye sleeping dust,
Come forth! the great Redeemer cries;
Kingdoms and realms their slumbers burst,
And saints shall in his image rise.