Flute, Guitar(2), Percussion, Bass, Piano, Strings
To see all the songs I have posted on MuseScore, enter s0crate (with a zero) in the "Search for sheet music" text box. This will bring up songs posted on all my basic accounts. Click on link below to help me afford a Pro Account. https://www.gofundme.com/musescore-pro-account-donation ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* This song is a lament in memory of the Apostle Paul. By his own words, he didn't have an easy life. 23 Are they ministers of Christ?—I speak as a fool—I am more: in labors more abundant, in stripes above measure, in prisons more frequently, in deaths often. 24 From the Jews five times I received forty stripes minus one. 25 Three times I was beaten with rods; once I was stoned; three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I have been in the deep; 26 in journeys often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils of my own countrymen, in perils of the Gentiles, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brethren; 27 in weariness and toil, in sleeplessness often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness— 28 besides the other things, what comes upon me daily: my deep concern for all the churches II Corinthians 11:23-28 (NKJV) But in all this, he drew strength in God, who did not deliver him from his perils, but was with him through his perils. Lyrics SPEAK NOW TO YOUR SERVANT'S SPIRIT Verse 1 Jesus, Lord I am so weary, trav'lin' down life's rocky road. This world it weighs so heavy on me, with its tough, oppressive load. But, although it seems so dark with no sign of Your precious dawn, I feel a hope inside me to persist, endure and carry on. Chorus Speak now to Your servant's spirit. Speak now to Your servant's soul. Wrap me in Your awesome wonder. Come and make me whole. Jesus, hold me, heal me, when I'm burdened, when my heart is down and sad. Come bind up my wounds with Your sweet Balm of Gilead. Verse 2 Though I'm broken, worn, and battered, in You Lord, my hope is strong And though my soul is torn and tattered, I still hear Your loving song. Though the hounds of hell, they hunt me, and my joy they try to take, Your grace and love remain upon me, even when my sad heart aches. Verse 3 Lord, You are my rock and refuge, my calm in life’s troubled storm, As lightning, thunder, storm and tempests all around me start to form. Though my body's bound and beaten, scourged and struck with rod and rail, The anchor of my spirit holds and remains firm behind the veil.
Four months trying to convert My Reminiscence's beautiful arrangement to musecore format. If they want this taken down, I'll take it down. I'm just posting this so if anyone wants their score in .mscz format, they don't have to go through the struggle I went through. I did not arrange this piece.
My arrangement of Addison's poem set to one of the standard English hymnal melodies. The poem is found in numerous slight variants; I've taken these lyrics verbatim from the 1881 edition of The Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church. Please note that while this piece is based on music and lyrics in the public domain, my arrangement is an original creative work under copyright. Feel free to link to share it by the usual means; for performance permission, please send me a Musescore message or contact me via: sites.google.com/site/jcorelis/joncorelis/contact The lyrics: How are thy servants blest, O Lord! By Joseph Addison. How are thy servants blest, O Lord! How sure is their defense! Eternal Wisdom is their guide, Their help, Omnipotence. In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, And breathe in tainted air. When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to thy will; The sea, that roars at thy command, At thy command is still. In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, Thy goodness we'll adore; We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more. Our life, while thou preserv'st that life, Thy sacrifice shall be; And death, when death shall be our lot, Shall join our souls to thee.
This is the third of the servant of the Lord songs in Isaiah. Because it is about the deep and intense suffering of our Lord I set it to Genevan 88. Psalm 88 is the darkest and bleakest of all the Psalms for it is the only one that is not resolved at the end. Psalm 88 ends this way: "You have caused my beloved and my friend to shun me; my companions have become darkness." The third servant of the Lord song evokes the same type of alienation from both one's God and from one's friends, and that is what Christ underwent for his people..
A new hymn by Andrew M. Mason and Lee J. Merritt set to the traditional 19th century Folk tune, "Shenandoah". Metre: 22.214.171.124.6 Acknowledgement: Thanks to Elizabeth Moore for her helpful comments. 1. God, help to guide Your willing servants In the ways of Christ, our Saviour May we respond with due observance As God guides, God guides us all In the ways of Jesus. 2. We place ourselves with awesome wonder In the hands of Christ, our Saviour Surround us, Lord, like rolling thunder As we place, we place ourselves In the hands of Jesus. 3. Mankind can build a mighty fortress With the help of Christ, our Saviour God’s Holy Spirit will support us As we build, we build that world With the help of Jesus. 4. Praise to the One who watches o’er us Praises sing to Christ, our Saviour Come swell the sweet celestial chorus As we sing, all people sing Praises sing to Jesus.