N.B.-If the notes between the bars drawn through the entire fcore be omitted, the tune will be adapted to the 4-line ftanza of the Evening Hymn. The entire compofition will of courfe require two verfes of the hymn.

NOTE on the mufic of the two preceding pages.

It will be observed, on inspection of the upper and Tenor parts on the preceding pages, that each phrase of this compofition is repeated, and thus ferves for eight lines of eight fyllables each; the omiffion of the repeats reduces it to the ordinary length for a verse of four lines, long metre, and in this form it is consequently best suited to the words of the Evening Hymn of Bishop Ken. Mr. Hullah, in his Metrical Pfalter, gives the true reading in this shortened form, but inverts the two parts of the Canon, and differs from this arrangement in the accompanying Alto and Bass.

In the attempt here made to correct the evident inaccuracies of Archbishop Parker's book, the F has been left natural in fome places, according to the fignature of the eighth Gregorian Mode; and the sharp has been supplied only in those cafes where the omiffion of the original appears to have been fimply an overfight: these are marked in the mufic by an asterisk. Most persons will, doubtless, prefer the F throughout. It has been thought best, however, to indicate the places where no actual neceffity for it seems to exist.

The sharps upon B, in the fignature of the Meane, Tenor, and Bass parts, and once again towards the beginning of the Tenor, appear to be merely a caution to the fingers that the B is hard (i. e. natural), not soft (i. e. flat), as was common in much of the Plain Song with which they were familiar. The frequent introduction of the F, as an accidental, precludes the fuppofition that the B#, in the fignature, is a typographical misplacing of the modern fignature of one sharp in the key of G major; while the well-known conftruction of the Church Modes places the matter beyond a doubt. The omiffion of any alterative fign in the Contra-tenor is a discrepancy characteristic of the mufical typography of this date.

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THE EIGHTH TUNE.

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A compreffed fcore, giving the exact notes of the foregoing Separate parts.

THREE

HYMNS

BY THE

Author of the Manual of Prayers for the use of the Scholars of Winchester Colledge.

A Morning HYMN.

Wake my Soul, and with the Sun,

Α A Thy daily ftage of Duty run;

Shake off dull Sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy Morning Sacrifice.

Redeem thy mispent time that's past,
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last :
T'improve thy Talent take due care,
Gainft the great Day thy felf prepare.

Let all thy Converse be fincere,
Thy Confcience as the Noon-day clear;
Think how all-feeing God thy ways,
And all thy fecret Thoughts furveys.

Influenc'd by the Light Divine,
Let thy own Light in good Works shine:
Reflect all Heaven's propitious ways,
In ardent Love, and chearful Praise.

Wake and lift up thy felf my Heart,
And with the Angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied fing,
Glory to the Eternal King.

I wake, I wake, ye Heavenly Choire,
May your Devotion me infpire,
That I like you my Age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.

May I like you in God delight,
Have all day long my God in fight,
Perform like you my Maker's Will,
I never more do ill.

O may

Had I your Wings, to Heaven I'd flie,
But God fhall that defect fupply,
And my Soul wing'd with warm defire,
Shall all day long to Heav'n afpire.

Glory to Thee who safe haft kept,
And haft refresht me whilst I flept.

Grant Lord, when I from death fhall wake,
I may of endless Light partake.

I would not wake, nor rife again,
Ev'n Heav'n it self I would difdain;
Wert not Thou there to be enjoy'd,
And I in Hymns to be imploy'd.

Heav'n is, dear Lord, where e'r Thou art,
O never then from me depart;

For to my Soul 'tis Hell to be,

But for one moment without Thee.

Lord I my vows to Thee renew,

Scatter my fins as Morning dew,

Guard my firft fprings of Thought, and Will,

And with Thy felf my Spirit fill.

Direct, controul, fuggeft this day,

All I defign, or do, or fay;

That all my Powers, with all their might,

In Thy fole Glory may unite.