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Come, ye Sons of Art
Staff Notation • Secular, Cantatas
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Different typesettings and voicings of the same work. This page shows the main edition; the others are below.
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Come, ye Sons of Art by Henry Purcell — Lyrics
2. Come, ye Sons of Art, come away,
Tune all your voices and instruments play
To celebrate this triumphant day.
3. Sound the trumpet, till around
You make the list'ning shores rebound.
On the sprightly hautboy play;
All the instruments of joy,
That skilful numbers can employ,
To celebrate the glories of this day.
4. Come, ye Sons of Art, come away,
Tune all your voices and instruments play
To celebrate this triumphant day.
5. Strike the viol, touch the lute,
Wake the harp, inspire the flute.
Sing your patroness's praise,
In cheerful and harmonious lays.
6. The day that such a blessing gave
No common festival should be.
What it justly seem'd to crave,
Grant, o grant, and let it have
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About Come, ye Sons of Art
This festive anthem, part of a larger cantata, opens with a jubilant call to artists and musicians to celebrate a special occasion. The music is full of energy, with bright fanfares and a driving rhythm that conveys a sense of triumphant joy. The SATB choir and instruments are called upon to unite in song, praising a patroness on a day marked by significant blessing. The text explicitly mentions a range of instruments, including trumpets, hautboys, viols, lutes, harps, and flutes, all contributing to the grand and celebratory atmosphere. Purcell masterfully blends vocal and instrumental forces to create a powerful and uplifting musical statement, perfectly capturing the spirit of the occasion.
