Sing a song of joy (Thomas Campion)
- Editor: Jeffrey Quick (submitted 2011-07-01). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 61 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: This edition was created because I couldn't find an easy to use version in modern notation; the Musica Brittanica version only underlays the first verse. The lute tablature was omitted in the interests of space and because I haven't yet learned how to do them in Finale. A lutenist probably has access to one of several facsimile editions and can find the tablature there.
Published: 1613 in First booke of ayres.
Original text and translations
Sing a song of joy,
Praise our God with mirth.
His flock who can destroy?
Is he not Lord of heav'n and earth?
Sing we then secure,
Tuning well our strings,
With voice as echo pure
Let us renown the King of Kings,
First who taught the day
From the East to rise;
Whom doth the sun obey
When in the seas his glory dies.
He the stars directs,
That in order stand.
Who heav'n and earth protects
But he that fram'd them with his hand?
Angels round attend,
Waiting on his will.
Arm'd millions he doth send
To aid the good or plague the ill.
All that dread his name,
And his hests observe,
His arm will shield from shame,
Their steps from truth shall never swerve.
Let us then rejoice,
Sounding loud his praise,
So will he hear our voice,
And bless on earth our peaceful days.