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Come, My Heart
Public Domain Baptist hymn based on words by Joseph Hart, 1759
ARTIST: from Union Primitive Baptist Church, Whitehead, NC 1982 as in The Sound of the Dove: Singing in Appalachian Primitive Baptist churches By Beverly Bush Patterson
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CATEGORY: Traditional and Public Domain Gospel
DATE: 1867
RECORDING INFO: Come, My Heart
The Sound of the Dove: Singing in Appalachian Primitive Baptist churches By Beverly Bush Patterson
OTHER NAMES: "Come, My Soul" "Dialogue Between A Believer and His Soul"
RELATED TO: "Come, My Soul"
SOURCES: The Sound of the Dove: Singing in Appalachian Primitive Baptist churches By Beverly Bush Patterson
NOTES: "Come, My Heart" derived from Joseph Hart's "Come, My Soul" is an old Baptist hymn found in The Sound of the Dove: Singing in Appalachian Primitive Baptist Churches by Beverly Bush Patterson. It comes from Union Primitive Baptist Church, Whitehead, NC in 1982. Lyrics incomplete.
Come, My Heart- Union Primitive Baptist Church, Whitehead, NC 1982
Come, my heart, and let us try,
For a little season,
Every burden to lay by;
Come, and let us reason.
What is this that casts you down?
Who are those that grieve thee?
Speak, and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve thee.
Christ by faith at times I see,
And he doth relieve me.
But my fears return again....
448b The Grieved Soul (Sacred Harp); Tune: M. A. Hendon, 1859; Words: Joseph Hart, 1759 Meter: 7s,6s Double (7,6,7,6,7,6,7,6)
Come, my soul and let us try
For a little season
Ev’ry burden to lay by,
Come and let us reason.
What is this that casts thee down?
Who are those that grieve thee?
Speak and let the worst be known?
Speaking may relieve thee.
“COME, MY BRETHREN” From: The Story of the Hymns and Tunes; Author: Theron Brown and Hezekiah Butterworth 1906
Another of the “unstudied” revival hymns of invitation.
This colloquial rhyme was apt to be started by some good brother or sister in one of the chilly pauses of a prayer-meeting. The air (there was never anything more to it) with a range of only a fifth, slurred the last syllable of every second line, giving the quaint effect of a bent note, and altogether the music was as homely as the verse. Both are anonymous. But the little chant sometimes served its purpose wonderfully well.
Come, my brethren, let us try
For a little season
Every burden to lay by,
Come and let us reason.
What is this that casts you down.
What is this that grieves you?
Speak and let your wants be known;
Speaking may relieve you.
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A BELIEVER AND HIS SOUL- Words by Joseph Hart (Gadsby's Hymns, no. 780) Music by William Walker, Sacred Harp, p. 448, Christian Harmony, p. 233)
Believer
Come, my soul, and let us try,
For a little season,
Every burden to lay by;
Come, and let us reason.
What is this that casts you down?
Who are those that grieve you?
Speak, and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve you.
Soul
O, I sink beneath the load
Of my natures evil!
Full of enmity to God;
Captived by the devil;
Restless as the troubled seas;
Feeble, faint, and fearful;
Plagued with every sore disease;
How can I be cheerful?
Believer
Think on what your Savior bore
In the gloomy garden.
Sweating blood at every pore,
To procure your pardon!
See him stretched upon the wood,
Bleeding, grieving, crying,
Suffering all the wrath of God,
Groaning, gasping, dying!
Soul
This by faith I sometimes view,
And those views relieve me;
But my sins return anew;
These are those who grieve me.
O, Im leprous, stinking, foul,
Quite throughout infected;
Have not I, if any soul,
Cause to be dejected?
Believer
Think how loud your dying Lord
Cried out, "It is finished!"
Treasure up that sacred word,
Whole and undiminished;
Doubt not he will carry on,
To its full perfection,
That good work he has begun;
Why, then, this dejection?
Soul
Faith when void of works is dead;
This the Scriptures witness;
And what works have I to plead,
Who am all unfitness?
All my powers are depraved,
Blind, perverse, and filthy;
If from death Im fully saved,
Why am I not healthy?
Believer
Pore not on yourself too long,
Lest it sink you lower;
Look to Jesus, kind as strong
Mercy joined with power;
Every work that you must do,
Will your gracious Savior
For you work, and in you too,
Of his special favor.
Soul
Jesus' precious blood, once spilt,
I depend on solely,
To release and clear my guilt;
But I would be holy.
Believer
He that bought you on the cross
Can control your nature;
Fully purge away your dross;
Make you a new creature.
Soul
That he can I nothing doubt,
Be it but his pleasure;
Believer
Though it be not done throughout,
May it not in measure?
Soul
When that measure, far from great,
Still shall seem decreasing?
Believer
Faint not then, but pray and wait,
Never, never ceasing.
Soul
What! when prayer meets no regard?
Believer
Still repeat it often.
Soul
But I feel myself so hard.
Believer
Jesus will you soften.
Soul
But my enemies make head.
Believer
Let them closer drive you.
Soul
But I'm cold, I'm dark, I'm dead.
Believer
Jesus will revive you.
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