The ideal : a collection of new music, consisting of duets, quartets, hymn-tunes, anthems, etc., together with a full and complete course of elementary instruction : designed for singing schools, musical institutes, conventions, etc/ [printed music] . et land of light a - far. **=£=E ^ ij I i » Qqq^ I r*—*—1 2± -•-•—m—•- ?&-*? =tzrt=U=U±f -*—*—*- Tfl * V V 9- o land of light a - far I O land of Zopes sweet star ! O land of endless joy and praise, It Sweet land of light a - far. /TV 3 m «: =P=t ?F=F3=* I :W-T- -r-»-^ _•_?. t=ti -iS^ jj-Tfc O land of light a-tar I O land of Hopes sweet star I 0
The ideal : a collection of new music, consisting of duets, quartets, hymn-tunes, anthems, etc., together with a full and complete course of elementary instruction : designed for singing schools, musical institutes, conventions, etc/ [printed music] . et land of light a - far. **=£=E ^ ij I i » Qqq^ I r*—*—1 2± -•-•—m—•- ?&-*? =tzrt=U=U±f -*—*—*- Tfl * V V 9- o land of light a - far I O land of Zopes sweet star ! O land of endless joy and praise, It Sweet land of light a - far. /TV 3 m «: =P=t ?F=F3=* I :W-T- -r-»-^ _•_?. t=ti -iS^ jj-Tfc O land of light a-tar I O land of Hopes sweet star I 0 land of end-less joy and praise, Sweet land of light a - far. 120 SONG OF THE OLD BELL. Air. from BAKBZ. MODERATO. BASS SOLO. mm rt+t-?- 32=P -t—t=F ± -¥-¥? m ?c P^F *-*- H#g 35 U For full five hundred years Ive swung In the grey old tur - ret 2. For full five hnudred years Ive swung In the grey old tur - ret 3. For full five hundred years Ive swung In the grey old tux - ret high,high,high, And many a different theme Ive sung As the time weut steal-ing by; Ive And many a different theme Ive sung As the time went steal-ing by; Through And many a different theme Ive sung As the time went Bteal-ing by; I. pealed the chaut of a wedding morn, Ere night Ive sad-ly weal and woe I still sing on, My notes are grave orswelled with joy of a nations pride For a victry far - off V V I -&- tolled, To say that the bride was coming love lorn To sleep in the church-yard mould,gay, I Bwell the strains of a jo-cund throng, Or toll a mournful lay. won, Then changed to grief for the brave who died,Ere my mirth had well be - gun.
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