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Plummer 11s

By Aldo Thomas Ceresa

B minor
Folk hymn
Time signature
Mrs. Plummer, c. 1848

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Named for the unknown author of the text, who is credited only as "Mrs. Plummer" in the 1848 and 1849 editions of The American Vocalist. Sung at the 2009 Camp Fasola Adult Session Composium, as well as by The Art Mob in their Winter, 2007 concerts.


What seraph-like music falls sweet on my ear
In strains so delightful? Oh! list that ye hear
Those rich flowing numbers, so liquid and clear,
Breathe rapture untold, from some heavenly sphere.

The sweet flowing music that steals o'er the wave
Of Jordan's lone stream, as its billows I brave;
'Tis music of angels who hasten to bear
My soul o'er the waters to that blessed shore.

A glimpse of bright glory now beams on my sight,
I sink in sweet visions of heav'ns dawning light.
Bright spirits are whisp'ring so soft in my ear
Of heaven, sweet heaven! I long to be there.