Sing a song of joy (Thomas Campion)

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  • (Posted 2021-03-02)  CPDL #63271:         
Editor: Joseph Knapicius (submitted 2021-03-02).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 115 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: With added divisions/ornamentations after Christopher Simpson. (Thomas Campion 1567-1620 Christopher Simpson 1602-1669)
  • (Posted 2011-07-01)  CPDL #23821:       
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.

General Information

Title: Sing a song of joy
Composer: Thomas Campion
Lyricist: Thomas Campion

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredLute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

First published: 1613 in The First Booke of Ayres, no. 15
Description: May be performed a cappella, with lute, with keyboard playing the lute part, or as a soprano solo with accompaniment.

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Original text and translations

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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.