Rise, follow thy Savior, and bless the glad day.
No mortal doth know what he can bestow,
What light, strength, and comfort; go after him, go!
Lo! onward I move, to a city above;
None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove.
The text is attributed to “John Gambold, of England.” I find the tune to be a relative of a ‘Lord Randal’ variant which Sharp (i., 43, G) found in eastern Tennessee. The resemblance of the two tunes runs throughout; but in the last four-measure phrase (going with the worldly sentence “I’m sick to the heart and I fain would lie down”) they are practically identical. ‘[Rose]’ in this collection is a variant of this tune, notated in the folk manner of singing.
No. 131
[HEAVENLY DOVE], SOC 23
Pentatonic, mode 3 (I II III — V VI —)
Come, Holy Spirit, heav’nly dove,