America (William Billings)

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• (Posted 2016-09-20)  CPDL #41170:   

Editor: Aaron Giles (submitted 2016-09-20).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 42 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Transcribed from "The New England Psalm-Singer" with alternate text by Mather Byles "To Thee the tuneful anthem soars..."

• CPDL #33172:     

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-10-19).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 38 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Oval-note edition.

• CPDL #33183:   

Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-10-20).   Score information: 7 x 10 in (landscape), 1 page, 74 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Note shapes added (4-shape).

• CPDL #09031:    Finale 2002 

Editor: Stuart Lauters (submitted 2003-03-09).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 133 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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General Information

Title: America
First Line: Come, let us sing unto the Lord
Composer: William Billings
Lyricist: William Billings

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Sacred, Hymn   Meter: 88. 88. 88

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.  –1778

Description: Transcribed from The Singing-Master's Assistant, 1778. Music first published 1770, revised in 1778.

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Original text and translations

English text

Come, let us sing unto the Lord,
And praise His name with one accord.
In this design one chorus raise,
From east to west His praise proclaim,
From pole to pole extol His fame,
The skies shall echo back His praise.

English text

To Thee the tuneful Anthem soars,
To Thee, Our Father's God, and ours;
This wilderness we chose our seat:
To Right secur'd by Equal Laws,
From Persecution's Iron Claws,
We here have sought our calm Retreat.

See how the flocks of Jesus rise,
See how the Face of Paradise
Blooms through the Tickets of the Wild.
Here Liberty erects her Throne;
Here Plenty pours her Treasures down;
Peace smiles, as heav'nly Cherubs mild.

Lord, guard Thy Favors; Lord extend
Where farther Western suns descend;
Nor Southern Seas the Blessings bound;
Till Freedom lifts her cheerful Head,
Till pure Religion onward spread,
And beaming, wrap the Globe around.