Sympathy (James P. Carrell)

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  • (Posted 2017-03-13)   CPDL #43543:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-03-13).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 78 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Four-part version. Note heads converted to oval shapes. Counter part written by B. C. Johnston, 2017. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2017-03-13)   CPDL #43542:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-03-13).   Score information: Unknown, 1 page, 79 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Four-part version. Notes in four-shape format, as in 1821. Counter part written by B. C. Johnston, 2017.
  • (Posted 2017-03-13)   CPDL #43541:       
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-03-13).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 73 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note heads converted to oval shapes. Three more stanzas added from Hart's hymn. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2017-03-13)   CPDL #43540:   
Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2017-03-13).   Score information: 7 x 10 inches (landscape), 1 page, 73 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Note heads in four-shape format, as originally printed in 1821. Three more stanzas added from Hart's hymn.

General Information

Title: Sympathy
First Line: Come, my soul, and let us try
Composer: James P. Carrell
Lyricist: Joseph Hart

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: STB
Genre: Sacred   Meter: 76. 76. D

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1821 in Songs of Zion, p. 48

Description: Words by Joseph Hart, 1759, Dialogue between a Believer and his Soul, with ten stanzas. Carrell printed the first three stanzas in 1821, combining words from stanza four into stanza two.

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Original text and translations

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Joseph Hart, 1759

1. 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 thee down?
Who are they that grieve you?
Speak, and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve you.

2. O! I sink beneath the load
Of my nature's 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?

3. Think on what your Savior bore
In the gloomy garden,
Sweating blood from every pore,
To procure thy pardon;
See him stretched upon the wood,
Bleeding, grieving, crying!
Suffering all the wrath of God,
Groaning, gasping, dying!

4. This by faith I sometimes view;
And those views relieve me;
But my sins return anew,
Those are they that grieve me.
O! I'm leprous, stinking, foul,
Quite throughout infected;
Have not I, if any soul,
Cause to be dejected?

5. Think how loud the 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?

6. 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 I'm fully saved,
Why am I not healthy?

7. Think not on thyself too long,
Lest it sink thee lower;
Look to Jesus, kind and strong,
Mercy joined with power;
Every work that thou must do
Will thy gracious Savior
For thee work, and in thee too,
Of his special favor.

8. Jesus' precious blood, once spilled,
I depend on solely;
To release and clear my guilt,
But I would be holy.
He that bought thee on the cross
Can control thy nature;
Fully purge away the dross,
Make thee a new creature.

9. That he can I nothing doubt,
Be it but his pleasure.
Though it be not done throughout,
May it not in measure?
When that measure, far from great,
Still shall seem decreasing…
Faint not then, but pray and wait,
Never never ceasing.

10. What if prayer meets no regard?
Still repeat it often.
But I feel myself so hard;
Jesus will thee soften.
But my enemies make head.
Let them closer drive thee.
But I'm cold, I'm dark, I'm dead.
Jesus will revive thee.

 

James Carrell, 1821

1. 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 thee down?
Who are they that grieve you?
Speak, and let the worst be known;
Speaking may relieve you.
 
2. Christ by faith sometimes I see
Then it doth relieve me;
But my sins return again
Those are they that grieve me;
Troubled like the restless sea,
Feeble, faint, and fearful:
Plunged in sins, a sore disease,
How can I be cheerful?

3. Think on what your Savior bore
In the gloomy garden,
Sweating blood from every pore,
To procure thy pardon;
See him stretched upon the wood,
Bleeding, groaning, crying!
Suffering all the wrath of God,
Groaning, gasping, dying!










4. Think how loud the 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?