Forster (Anonymous)

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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2019-09-14).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 65 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Notes in four-shape format, as originally published in 1813. Four stanzas of Granade's hymn included. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.

General Information

Title: Forster
First Line: Ye weary heavy laden souls
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist: John Granade

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 86. 86. D (C.M.D.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1813 in Wyeth's Repository, Part Second
  2nd published: 1820 in Supplement to the Kentucky Harmony
  3rd published: 1825 in Columbian Harmony

Description: A folk hymn (Lowens 1964). Also appears in Supplement to the Kentucky Harmony (1820), and Moore's Columbian Harmony (1825). Words by John Granade, 1804, with eight stanzas.

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Original text and translations

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Wyeth's Repository Part Second, 1813

1. Ye weary, heavy-ladened souls,
Who are oppressed sore;
Ye travelers through the wilderness
To Canaan's peaceful shore;
Through chilling winds and beating rains,
And waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding you –
Take courage and be bold.

2. Though storms and hurricanes arise
The desert all around,
And fiery serpents oft appear
Through the enchanting ground;
Dark nights, and clouds, and gloomy fear,
And dragons often roar;
But while the gospel trump we hear,
We'll press for Canaan's shore.

3. We're often like the lonesome dove,
Who mourns her absent mate,
From hill to hill, from vale to vale,
Her sorrows to relate.
But Canaan's land is just before,
Sweet spring is coming on;
A few more winds and beating rain
And winter will be gone.

4. Sometimes like mountains to the sky,
Black Jordan's billows roar;
Which often make the pilgrims fear
They never will get o'er.
But let us gain Mount Pisgah's top,
And view the vernal plain,
To fright our souls may Jordan roar,
And hell my rage in vain.

5. Methinks I now begin to see
The borders of that land,
The trees of life with heavenly fruit,
In beauteous order stand.
The wintry time is past and gone,
Sweet flowers do appear;
The fiftieth year has now rolled round
The great Sabbattic year.

6. O! what a glorious sight appears
To my believing eyes.
Methinks I see Jerusalem,
A city in the skies!
Bright angels whispering me away,
O! come, my brother come;
And I am willing to be gone
To my eternal home.

7. By faith I see my gracious God,
On his eternal throne,
At his right hand the loving Lamb,
The Spirit, three in one.
O! that my faith was strong to rise
And bear my soul away;
I'd shout salvation to the Lamb,
In one eternal day.

8. Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
Who are for Canaan bound;
And should we never meet again,
Till Jubal's trump shall sound,
I hope that I shall meet you there,
On that delightful shore,
In oceans of eternal bliss,
Where parting is no more.

 

The Pilgrim's Songster, 1815

1. Ye weary, heavy-ladened souls,
Who are oppressed and sore;
Ye travelers thro' the wilderness
To Canaan's peaceful shore;
Thro' chilling winds and beating rains,
And waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding you –
Take courage and be bold.

2. Though storms and hurricanes arise
The desert all around,
And fiery serpents oft appear
Through the enchanted ground;
Dark nights, and clouds, and gloomy fear,
And dragons often roar;
But while the gospel trump we hear,
We'll press for Canaan's shore.

3. We're often like the lonesome dove,
Who mourns her absent mate,
From hill to hill, from vale to vale,
Her sorrows to relate.
But Canaan's land is just before,
Sweet spring is coming on;
A few more beating winds and rains
And winter will be gone.

4. Sometimes like mountains to the sky,
Black Jordan's billows roar;
Which often make the pilgrims fear
They never will get o'er.
But let us gain Mount Pisgah's top,
And view the vernal plain,
To fright our souls may Jordan roar,
And Hell my rage in vain.

5. Methinks I now begin to see
The borders of that land,
The trees of life with heavenly fruit,
In beauteous order stand.
The wintry time is past and gone,
Sweet flowers do appear;
The fiftieth year has now rolled round
The great Sabbattic year.

6. O! what a glorious sight appears
To my believing eyes.
Methinks I see Jerusalem,
A city in the skies!
Bright angels whispering me away,
O! come my brother come;
And I am willing to be gone
To my eternal home.

7. By faith I see my gracious God,
On his eternal throne,
At his right hand the loving Lamb,
The Spirit, three in one.
O! that my faith was strong to rise
And bear my soul away;
I'd shout salvation to the Lamb,
In one eternal day.

8. Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
Who are for Canaan bound;
And should we never meet again,
Till Jubal's trump shall sound,
I hope that I shall meet you there,
On that delightful shore,
In oceans of eternal bliss,
Where parting is no more.

 

Broaddus, Dover Selection, 1828

1. Ye weary, heavy-laden souls,
Who are oppressed sore;
Ye travelers through this wilderness,
To Canaan's peaceful shore;
Through chilling winds and beating rains,
And waters deep and cold,
And enemies surrounding you—
Take courage, and be bold.

2. Though storms and hurricanes arise,
The desert all around,
And fiery serpents oft appear
In this enchanted ground;
Dark nights and clouds, and gloomy fears,
And dragons often roar;
Yet, in the great Redeemer's strength,
We’ll press to Canaan's shore.

3. We're often like the lonesome dove,
That mourns her absent mate;
From hill to hill, from grove to grove,
Her woes she doth relate;
But Canaan just before us lies,
Sweet spring is coming on;
A few more beating winds and rains,
And winter will be gone.

4. Sometimes like mountains to the skies,
Cold Jordan’s billows roar,
And make us feeble pilgrims fear
We never shall get o'er ;
But let us gain Mount Pisgah's top,
And view the vernal plain,
To fright us then may Jordan roar,
And hell may rage in vain.

5. Methinks I now begin to see
The borders of that land;
The trees of life, with heavenly fruit
In beauteous order stand;
Already is the winter gone,
Sweet spring doth now appear;
The glorious year is rolling on,
The great Sabbattic year!

6. O what a glorious sight appears
To my admiring eyes!
By faith I see Jerusalem,
Descending from the skies:
Sweet angels whisper me away,
“O come to glory, come!’
And I am waiting to be gone
To my eternal home.










7. Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
Who are to Canaan bound!
And if we ne'er should meet again,
Till the last trump shall sound,
O may we meet together there,
On that delightful shore :
In regions of eternal bliss,
Where parting is no more.