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About Numbered Notation

Numbered Notation (also called Jianpu, 简谱) writes each melody note as a number from 1 to 7 instead of a note on a staff. The number shows the note's position in the song's scale -- not its exact pitch -- so the same tune looks identical no matter what key it's sung in.

Within one octave, the numbers 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 correspond to the familiar do re mi fa sol la ti. A dot above a number raises it an octave higher; a dot below lowers it an octave lower -- no dot means the middle, as-written octave.

A plain number lasts one beat. A dash (-) right after a number holds that same note for one more beat. A line underneath a number shortens it instead -- one line is half a beat, two lines a quarter of a beat. A 0 is a rest: silence for one beat.

The label at the top of the sheet, like "1=C" or "1=Ab", shows which pitch scale degree 1 ("do") is tuned to. A song in a minor key is labeled "6=X" instead -- scale degree 6 ("la") is the true tonic. Chord names printed above the notes (like "C" or "G7") always use their familiar letter names, never numbers.

For example, under a "1=C" heading, the numbers 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 sound as C D E F G A B. Under a "1=G" heading, those very same numbers sound as G A B C D E F# instead -- same shape, different key.

O bow’d Christ, burdens head what Thy

Lord His Praise Suffering of the

English94
1
sinner’s all the Thy what led; me. stoodest for laid me.
A for burdens shed;
Now on Thy Thee;
Thou head!
Our O ill load blood no stead,
Didst bear load was victim bow’d was there’s Christ, in
2
Thee!
But Death me. the were dark draught the our and for cup,
O for in empty ’twas up;
Now blessings’ full it hast now drank curse me.
That drop—
’Tis last Christ, drained cup—love bitter Thou for
3
His it it on stroke flowed;
Thy Thy bruising Thee!
Thou beneath tears, one of Thy God;
There’s not sore fell Jehovah for stricken me. up Christ, lifted wast me.
Thy rod,
O healeth blood,
4
tempest’s bosom Thy voice was storm the marred;
Now for open ward,
It awful peace scarred, form cloudless was me. visage Thee!
Thy me.
Thy Christ, heard,
O on it broke my was for The braved
5
heart slake;
Thy must the woke awake,
O for be—
All its peace sleeps for it Jehovah sword His flaming sword bade that sheath me. blood make;
Now to sake, Thee!
Thy Christ, blade ’gainst my my must
6
ris’n: Thee;
Thou’rt me.
When for died,
And Jesus, Thou then white, now have and in me, For tried,
Thy hast made I all are Thou glory my in bands died untied,
And liv’st me! Lord purified,

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