% Copyright (C) 1999 Laura E. Conrad lconrad@world.std.com % 233 Broadway, Cambridge, MA 02139, USA % % This information is free; you can redistribute it and/or modify it % under the terms of the GNU General Public License as published by % the Free Software Foundation; either version 2 of the License, or % (at your option) any later version. % This work is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, % but WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of % MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the % GNU General Public License for more details. % You should have received a copy of the GNU General Public License % along with this work; if not, write to the Free Software % Foundation, Inc., 675 Mass Ave, Cambridge, MA 02139, USA. X:1 T:Never Weather-beaten Saile O: Two Bookes of Ayres; The First Book 1619 C: Thomas Campian %%gchordfont Helvetica 12 box %%MIDI ratio 3 1 %%MIDI nobarlines K:C T: Cantus M:C L:1/4 %1 |: B B A>d c c B>e w: Nev- er tyr- ed Pil- grims limbs af- %2 L:1/8 d2 G2 A2 A2 G8 :| d2 A B c2 G A w:will- ing bent to shore, Than my _ wea- ry _ w: fect- ed slum- ber more; %3 B2 ^F G A3 A B A B c d3 e d c B c A4 w: spright now _ longs to flye _ out _ of my trou- _ bled _ brest. %4 |: E3 E ^F2 D2 G3 G A2 ^F2 B3 B c2 A2 w: O come quick- ly, O come quick- ly, O come quick- ly, %5 d c B A G2 E ^F G A B c A3 G HG8 :| w:sweet- _ est _ Lord, and _ take _ my _ soule to rest. W: Ever blooming are the joyes of heavens high paradise. W: Cold age defes not there our eares, nor vapour dims our eyes; W: Glory there the Sun outshines, whose beames the blessed onely see: W: O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, W: Glorious Lord, and raise my spright to thee. X:2 T:Never Weather-beaten Saile O: Two Bookes of Ayres; The First Book 1619 C: Thomas Campian %%gchordfont Helvetica 12 box %%MIDI nobarlines %%MIDI ratio 3 1 %% M:C N:Original clef, C on second line K:C T: Altus L:1/4 %1 K:C |: G G ^F > ^F G A D >E ^F G G ^F G4 :| w:1.~Nev- er weath- er- beat- en Saile more will- ing bent to shore, w: Nev- er tyr- ed Pil- grims limbs af- ect- ed slum- ber more; %2 B A G G ^F A >G F/2 E/2 D E w: Than my wea- ry spright now _ longs _ to flye %3 ^F G A D/2 E/2 ^F2 |: C >C A, > A, D > E ^F D w: out of my trou- bled brest. O come quick- ly, O come quick- ly, %4 D G E ^F/2 E/2 D G/2 F/2 E C C B, D D HD4 :| w: O come quick- ly, _ sweet- est _ Lord, and take my soule to rest. W: Ever blooming are the joyes of heavens high paradise. W: Cold age defes not there our eares, nor vapour dims our eyes; W: Glory there the Sun outshines, whose beames the blessed onely see: W: O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, W: Glorious Lord, and raise my spright to thee. X:3 T:Never Weather-beaten Saile O: Two Bookes of Ayres; The First Book 1619 C: Thomas Campian %%gchordfont Helvetica 12 box %%MIDI nobarlines %%MIDI transpose -12 %%MIDI ratio 3 1 %% M:C N:Original clef, C on third line K:C T: Tenor L:1/4 %1 K:C |: d d d > A c A B > c A G w:1.~Nev- er weath- er- beat- en Saile more will- ing w: Nev- er tyr- ed Pil- grims limbs af- ect- ed %2 d d B4 :| B/2 c/2 d G/2 A/2 B/2 c/2 d A/2 B/2 ^c d w: bent to shore, Than _ my wea- _ ry _ spright now _ longs to w: slum- ber more; %3 B e A B A G A2 |: G A A ^F G B d > A w:flye out of my trou- bled brest. O come quick- ly, O come quick- ly, %4 B G A A B B c > B A/2 G/2 g g ^f Hg4:| w:O come quick- ly, sweet- est Lord, and take _ my soule to rest. W: Ever blooming are the joyes of heavens high paradise. W: Cold age defes not there our eares, nor vapour dims our eyes; W: Glory there the Sun outshines, whose beames the blessed onely see: W: O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, W: Glorious Lord, and raise my spright to thee. X:4 T:Never Weather-beaten Saile O: Two Bookes of Ayres; The First Book 1619 C: Thomas Campian %%gchordfont Helvetica 12 box %%MIDI transpose -24 %%MIDI ratio 3 1 %%MIDI nobarlines M:C K:C T: Bassus L:1/4 %1 K:C bass |: g g d>d e ^f g > c d e w:1.~Nev- er weath- er- beat- en Saile more will- ing w: Nev- er tyr- ed Pil- grims limbs af- ect- ed %2 d d G4 :| g ^f e e d d A d g e w: bent to shore, Than my wea- ry spright now longs to flye out w: slum- ber more; %3 d g ^f g d2 |: c A d > c B G d > d w: of my trou- bled brest. O come quick- ly, O come quick- ly, %4 g e A >d c/ B/ A/ G/ c > d e/ ^f/ g d d HG4 :| w:O come quick- ly, sweet- _ est _ Lord, and take _ my soule to rest. W: Ever blooming are the joyes of heavens high paradise. W: Cold age defes not there our eares, nor vapour dims our eyes; W: Glory there the Sun outshines, whose beames the blessed onely see: W: O come quickly, O come quickly, O come quickly, W: Glorious Lord, and raise my spright to thee.