Hymns — “Come all my young companions, come,” “The Slow Traveller” — by Samson Occom; and “Nativity,” by Isaac Watts, 1773

Author Occom, Samson


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abstractTwo hymns by Occom and one by Isaac Watts, copied out by Occom.

handwritingOccom's hand is clear and legible.

paperThree separate sheets are in good-to-poor condition: the first page (one recto/verso) is large, with moderate staining, creasing and wear. The second page (two recto/verso) is a smaller sheet, with heavy staining, creasing and wear that leads to a loss of text. The last sheet of paper (three recto/verso) is a large sheet folded in half to make four (blank) pages; it is in good condition, with light staining, creasing and wear, and holes that appear to have come from a binding.

inkStrong brown to faded brown.

noteworthyThe third hymn entitled "Nativity" is "The Nativity of Christ" by Isaac Watts, from Horae Lyicae Book 1, 8th edition (London: James Brackstone, 1743), pp 14-15; Occom reverses the order of the last two stanzas, and leaves out stanza 6: "Glory to God that reigns above! Let Peace surround the Earth! Mortals shall know their Maker’s Love, At their Redeemer’s Birth."On three recto, the note “1773” is written in pencil; this note has not been included in the transcription.

Modernized Version Deletions removed; additions added in; modern spelling and capitalization added; unfamiliar abbreviations expanded.

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1) Come all my young Companions Come,
And hear me boldly tell,
The wonders of Redeeming Love,
That saved my Soul from Hell,

2) It was but a few Days ago,
I Saw my awful case,
Nothing but hell and dark despair,
Lay plain before my face.

3) O then I viewed the Damned Crew,
Of all the numerous race,
And I of all that went to hell
deserved the lowest place

4) Justice of god so on me lay,
I could no Comfort find
Till I was willing to forsake,
And leave all my sins behind,

5) The Lord was Strong he bowed my will,
And made me this to See,
Nothing but Jesus crucified,
Could Save a wretch like me.

6) O then I viewed mount Calvary,
With gods eternal Son
Who on the cursed Tree did Die,
For Sins that I had done

7) O how rejoiced I was to think,
A Saviour I had found,
It turned my Sorrows into Joy,
To hear the blessed Sound,

8) Salvation from my God on high,
So pleasantly did Ring,
It sought my Soul at Liberty,
To praise my heavenly King,

9) And while I dwell on Earth below
I,ll praise my Jesus here
And then go to yonder Wold
And praise my Jesus there

10) And there through all Eternity,
In the Sweet realms above
There I Shall Sing that blessed Song
Free grace and Dying Love

1) O happy Souls how fast you go,
And leave me here behind,
Don't Stop for me for now See,
The Lord is just and kind.

2) Go on, go on my Soul Says go,
And I,ll Come after you,
Though I'm behind, yet I Can find,
I,ll Sing Hosanna too.

3) Lord give you Strength, that you may run,
And keep your footsteps right,
Though fast you go, and I So Slow,
You are not out of Sight.

4) When you get to the Worlds above,
And all his glory See,
When you get home, your Journey's done,
Then Look you out for me.

5) For I will come fast as I Can,
Along that way I Steer
Lord give me Strength, I Shall at length
Be one amongst you there.

6) There all together we Shall be,
Together we will Sing,
Together we will praise our god,
And everlasting King.

1) Shepherds rejoice lift up your Eyes
And Send your Fears away
News from the regions of the Skies
Salvations Born today

2) Jesus the God whom Angels fear
Comes down to dwell with you
Today he makes his entrance here But not as Monarchs do

3) No gold nor purple swaddling Bands
Nor Royal shining Things
A Manger for his Cradle Stands
And holds the King of Kings

4) Go shepherds where the Infant lies
And his humble Throne
With Tears of Joy in all your Eyes
Go shepherds kiss the Son

5) Thus Gabriel Sang and Straight around
The Heavenly Armies throng
They Tune their Harps to lofty Skies
And thus Conclude the Song

6) Glory to god that Reigns above
That pitied us forlorn
W[gap: worn_edge][guess: e jo]in to Sing our Makers Love
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7) Lord! and shall Angels have their Song
And men no Tunes to raise
O! may we lose these useless Tongues
When we forget to praise

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