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Go bury thy sorrow: verschil tussen versies
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+ | [[Ira David Sankey]] meldt in zijn ''My Life'' (160f.), dat de tekst oorspronkelijk begon met 'Bury thy sorrow, hide it with care'. Ze werd in een krant gevonden door [[Philip Paul Bliss]], bewerkt en van een melodie voorzien. Een mogelijke kandidaat voor de eerste versie lijkt: | ||
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+ | Bury thy sorrow; hide it with care; | ||
+ | Bury it deeply; the world has its share. | ||
+ | Think of it calmly, when curtained by night; | ||
+ | Tell it to Jesus and all will be right. | ||
+ | Tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief; | ||
+ | Tell it to Jesus, He’ll send thee relief. | ||
+ | Hearts grown aweary — with heavier woe | ||
+ | Deep into darkness; go comfort them, go — | ||
+ | Bury thy sorrow, let others be blest; | ||
+ | Give them the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest. | ||
+ | </poem> | ||
+ | Uit: ''The Kalamazoo Augustiinian'', 22e jrg. nr. 5 (13 juni 1903) (dus zeker niet de krant waar Sankey over schrijft).<br /> | ||
+ | Sankey vertelt verder (161): „The author of the hymn was the daughter of a minister. When she wrote these lines she was living with her brother, whom she greatly loved. He also was a minister, and had the usual cares and burdens to carry that are incident to a pastor’s life. To him she confided all her joys and sorrows. One day, after having disclosed to him some peculiar trial which she was enduring, she was reproached by her conscience for having needlessly added to his already numerous cares. She stood by the open window, and saw the long, heavy shadows cast by the tall poplar trees across the lawn, and the thought came to her: “That is just what I have done to my brother! Why did I do it? Why did I not rather bury my own sorrow, and allow only words of cheer and brightness to reach his ears?” With such thoughts in her mind, and with tears of regret filling her eyes, she retired to her little attic bedroom, and there wrote the hymn that has been so blessed.” | ||
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+ | Het lied werd gepubliceerd in P.P. Bliss, ''The Charm. A Collection of Sunday School Music'', Chicago: Published by Root & Cady, [1871], p. 15. | ||
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Versie van 22 jun 2020 om 21:42
Mogelijk staat het wel in andere liedbundels. Kijk hiervoor in de infobox rechts, onder het kopje 'Liedbundels'.
Go bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share Bury Thy Sorrow | |
Vorm | Strofelied |
Herkomst | |
Taal | Engels |
Land | Verenigde Staten |
Periode | Omstreeks 1870 |
Tekst | |
Dichter | Mary A. Bachelor Philip Paul Bliss |
Metrisch | 11-11-11-11 |
Muziek | |
Componist | Philip Paul Bliss |
Melodie | Go bury thy sorrow (Bliss) |
Solmisatie | 1-1-7-6-6-5-4-4-6-5-3 |
Liedbundels | |
Gospel Hymns 43 | |
Sacred Songs & Solos 777 |
Go bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share (Bury Thy Sorrow) is een lied van Philip Paul Bliss, geschreven op basis van een tekst van een onbekende ongetrouwde vrouw (Mary A. Bachelor) en op muziek gezet door Bliss zelf.
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Tekst
Bury Thy Sorrow
1 Go bury thy sorrow, The world hath its share;
Go bury it deeply, Go hide it with care.
Go think of it calmly, When curtained by night,
Go tell it to Jesus, And all will be right.
2 Go tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief;
Go tell it to Jesus, He’ll send thee relief.
Go gather the sunshine He sheds on the way;
He’ll lighten thy burden, Go, weary one, pray.
3 Hearts growing aweary, With heavier woe.
Now droop ‘mid the darkness — Go comfort them, go!
Go bury thy sorrow, Let others be blest;
Go give them the sunshine, Tell Jesus the rest.
Ontstaan
Ira David Sankey meldt in zijn My Life (160f.), dat de tekst oorspronkelijk begon met 'Bury thy sorrow, hide it with care'. Ze werd in een krant gevonden door Philip Paul Bliss, bewerkt en van een melodie voorzien. Een mogelijke kandidaat voor de eerste versie lijkt:
Bury thy sorrow; hide it with care;
Bury it deeply; the world has its share.
Think of it calmly, when curtained by night;
Tell it to Jesus and all will be right.
Tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief;
Tell it to Jesus, He’ll send thee relief.
Hearts grown aweary — with heavier woe
Deep into darkness; go comfort them, go —
Bury thy sorrow, let others be blest;
Give them the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest.
Uit: The Kalamazoo Augustiinian, 22e jrg. nr. 5 (13 juni 1903) (dus zeker niet de krant waar Sankey over schrijft).
Sankey vertelt verder (161): „The author of the hymn was the daughter of a minister. When she wrote these lines she was living with her brother, whom she greatly loved. He also was a minister, and had the usual cares and burdens to carry that are incident to a pastor’s life. To him she confided all her joys and sorrows. One day, after having disclosed to him some peculiar trial which she was enduring, she was reproached by her conscience for having needlessly added to his already numerous cares. She stood by the open window, and saw the long, heavy shadows cast by the tall poplar trees across the lawn, and the thought came to her: “That is just what I have done to my brother! Why did I do it? Why did I not rather bury my own sorrow, and allow only words of cheer and brightness to reach his ears?” With such thoughts in her mind, and with tears of regret filling her eyes, she retired to her little attic bedroom, and there wrote the hymn that has been so blessed.”
Het lied werd gepubliceerd in P.P. Bliss, The Charm. A Collection of Sunday School Music, Chicago: Published by Root & Cady, [1871], p. 15.
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