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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.

Christ, bow’d O Thy burdens what head

Lord His the of Suffering Praise

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

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