Тональность: F minor
Verse 1
Em
A
Em
F#m
B
Em
D
C
In this trembling,
Em
E
Am
trembling shadow cast
F
C
D
Am
Asus4
Am
Em
From those boughs which thy wing s shake,
Am
F
C
G
Em
B
F#m
D
Am
Em
Far from human troubles, human troubles,
B
C#m
Em
B
troubles placed,
Em
C
Songs to the Lord,
G
C
D
Em
B
F#
Bm
to the Lord would I make,
G
C
B
Em
D
D#dim
B
C
Darkness, darkness from my
Em
Bm
C
B
Em
G
C
D
G
mind they'll take.
C
G
Am
D
G
C
For thy rites, thy rites, Lord,
G
C
D
C
may be gin,
Am
B
Em
B
til they feel thy light,
G
C
B
Em
E
Em
til they feel thy light within.
C
G
C
Em
B
F#
Songs to the Lord, to the Lord would I make,
B
Bm
G
C
D
B
Em
D
B
C
Darkness, darkness from my mind
Bm
B
C
B
G
C
D
G
then take.
C
G
C
Am
For thy rites,
D
G
C
G
C
D
thy rites now on may be gin
C
Em
C
Am
B
Em
Till they fill thy night,
B
G
C
D
B
Em
B
Em
E
Till they fill thy night. to thee.
Em
B
C#m
A
Em
D
Em
D
B
Em
D
C
Am
G
As I sing a sweet fruise,
B
E
Am
sweet fruises true,
Em
F
C
D
Am
Asus4
Am
D
From those fruitful valley s brought,
Em
Am
F
C
Em
B
F#m
D
Praising Him by whom
Em
D
Am
Em
they grow,
B
C#m
By whom they grow,
F#
Em
B
Em
C
They grow in that hair,
G
C
D
Em
B
F#
B
and wroth her throat,
G
C
D
Em
D
B
D#dim
In that all things,
B
C
G
Bm
C
B
Bm
G
C
D
G
all things framed of note.
C
G
Am
In that hour,
D
G
C
G
C
D
C
that hour for man did make,
B
Em
B
G
C
But made man, made man for his own sake,
D
B
Em
B
E
his own sake.
Em
C
G
C
D
Em
In that hell an d
B
F#
B
Bm
earth hath wrought,
G
Em
G
C
B
Em
D
B
In that all things,
C
G
D
Bm
C
B
all things framed of note,
Em
G
C
D
G
C
G
C
Am
In that all,
D
G
C
G
C
D
C
that all for man did make,
Am
B
Em
B
G
C
B
But made man, made man for his own sake,
Em
B
Em
E
Em
B
C#m
A
Em
C
B
Em
D
B
Em
his own sake.
Music,
D
C
Am
O thy sweetness,
B
E
Am
sweetness loving,
Em
F
C
Am
E
My love is hy per, I speak,
Am
F
C
G
Em
B
D
A
Am
On whom all powers de
Em
B
C#m
F#
Em
B
Em
pend.
C
G
C
D
Em
B
But my breast is now
F#
B
G
C
D
C
too weak.
Em
D
B
Trumpets, trumpets,
C
G
Bm
sure the air should
C
B
C
D
G
C
break.
G
Am
D
G
C
All in vain, in vain my
G
C
D
C
sons I raise,
Am
B
Em
B
G
C
Boundless pasts, boundless praise,
G
C
D
B
Em
B
E
Em
C
C
G
C
D
But my breast is
Em
B
B
now too weak
G
C
D
G
Em
D
B
Trumpets, trumpets,
C
Em
G
C
B
shrill the ash -wood break,
G
C
D
G
C
G
All in vain,
D
G
C
G
C
D
C
G
in vain my sons are raised,
C
Am
B
Em
B
Boundless power asks boundless
G
C
D
B
Em
praise.
B
Em
E
Как бы вы оценили эту песню?
ТюнерE A D G B E
АккордыEm A F#m B D...
Популярные аккорды во всём мире
Самые популярные аккорды и табы среди всех пользователей
Новинки
Недавно добавленные аккорды и табы