4. Reverend Henry Ainsworth (1571-1622)
The Book of Psalms: Englished Both in Prose and Metre (1612)
“Old Hundred” from “The Ainsworth Psalter”
Psalm 100 1Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands. 2Serve the
LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing. 3Know ye
that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves;
we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. 4Enter into his gates with
thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and
bless his name. 5For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his
truth endureth to all generations. --King James Version
5. Ignacio de Jerúsalem (1707-69), Mass in D Major (1750s) - Kyrie
Written as chapel master of Mexico City Cathedral between 1749-1769
6. The Catholic Mass
Kyrie (text below)
Kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
Kyrie eleison
Gloria
Credo
Sanctus
Agnus dei
Interior of Mexico City Cathedral
7. John Dickinson (1732-1808),
Liberty Song, 1768
Broadside Ballad
Come, join hand in hand, brave Americans all,
And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty’s call;
No tyrannous acts shall suppress your just claim,
Or stain with dishonor America's name.
Chorus:In Freedom we’re born and in Freedom we’ll live.Our
purses are ready.
Steady, friends, steady;Not as slaves, but as Freemen our
money we’ll give. William Boyce (1711-1779), Heart of Oak, ca. 1759
Come, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,To add something
Our worthy forefathers, let’s give them a cheer, more to this wonderful year;To honour we call you, as freemen not
To climates unknown did courageously steer; slaves,For who are so free as the sons of the waves
Thro’ oceans to deserts for Freedom they came, Chorus: Heart of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men,we
And dying, bequeath’d us their freedom and fame. Chorus always are ready; Steady, boys, steady! We'll fight and we'll
conquer again and again.
The tree their own hands had to Liberty rear’d. We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,They never see us
They lived to behold growing strong and revered; but they wish us away;If they run, why we follow and run them
With transport they cried, Now our wishes we gain, ashore,And if they won't fight us, what can we do more. Chorus
For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain. Chorus We still make them feel and we still make them flee,and drub them
at shore as we drub them at sea,so cheer up me lads with one heart
Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all, let us sing,oh soldiers and sailors, our statesmen and king. Chorus
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall;
In so righteous a cause let us hope to succeed,
For heaven approves of each generous deed. Chorus
8. William Billings (1746-1800), The New England Psalm Singer/American Chorister (1770)
“Chester”
Let tyrants shake their iron rod
And Slav’ry clank her galling chains
We fear them not, we trust in God,
New England's God forever reigns.
Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton too,
With Prescot and Cornwalis join’d,
Together plot our Overthrow,
In one Infernal league combin’d.
When God inspir’d us for the fight,
Their ranks were broke, their lines were forc’d,
Their ships were Shatter’d in our sight,
Or swiftly driven from our Coast.
The Foe comes on with haughty Stride;
Our troops advance with martial noise,
Their Vet’rans flee before our Youth,
And Gen’rals yield to beardless Boys.
What grateful Offring shall we bring?
What shall we render to the Lord?
Loud Halleluiahs let us Sing,
And praise his name on ev’ry Chord.
9. Psalm 54
1 Save me, O God, by your name; vindicate me by your might. 2 Hear my
prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth. 3 Arrogant foes are
attacking me; ruthless people are trying to kill me people without regard
for God. 4 Surely God is my help; the Lord is the one who sustains me. 5
Let evil recoil on those who slander me; in your faithfulness destroy them. 6
I will sacrifice a freewill offering to you; I will praise your name, LORD, for
it is good. 7 You have delivered me from all my troubles, and my eyes have
looked in triumph on my foes.
10. Francis Hopkinson (1737-91), “My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free”
Voice and Harpsichord
First American Secular Song
My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free
Text by Thomas Parnell
My days have been so wondrous free,the
little birds that flywith careless ease from
treeto tree were but as blest as I.
Ask gliding waters if a tearof mine
increased their stream. And ask the
breathing gales if e'erI lent a sigh to them.
