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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.

unblessing O God, unblest and

Longings For Breaking

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in yet pray—“Do not take O but withered ground;
And unblessing purchased Thy rest,
A me,
But plant, not unblest,
A O God, field, cumberer and me. Thy Savior, hand, forsake at useless found
Upon I Thy I’m
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mold,
So flax,
As and cold,
A smith, to never iron, women me. molders rough As in hands, unshapen Thy the let wax,
As skillful useful me,
And O love Thy take instrument take forsake unbroken take
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with stuff;
And I me. is so, the barren stubborn is marble me,
But in Like bearing Thy not rough,
The uncrushed, O quarry pray—“Do Savior, rock will,
Though forsake heart natural hand, still;
Like gold break the useless
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stony let meat,
So hardest the mighty the wheat,
As millstones nuts break me,
And Thy O me. love never mortars hand, block,
As for with bruise forsake finest are rock,
As hammers As broken Thy their crush break the
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furnace need;
And I worth not pray—“Do in I me,
But for Though brought;
Though service, nought
But make bruised, no yet the to I’m so, and to forsake multitudes die meet that have broken, crushed Savior, me. feed
The fragments
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As fire molded, and use me.” useful to make for into bruised fit mixed forsake me,
And fit O ore
From pour;
As make let love forms the molders’ the eat;
So, scraps Thy molten the by doth fire, wheat,
When never

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