Anthology of Sacred Song - Volume 1
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Contents: Bach: My heart ever faithful • Sighing, weeping, sorrow, need – Beethoven: What sorrow pierceth the righteous David's heart?..Praise ye Jehovah's goodness – Benedict: I mourn as a dove – Blumner: Unfaithful heart!..Thou sittest on Thy judgment-seat – Costa: Open unto me the gates of righteousness..I will extol Thee, O Lord! – Cowen: O peaceful night!..Say, what dost thou bear in the secret deep? – Gaul: These are they, which came out of great tribulation • Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear – Handel: Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion! • How beautiful are the feet • Come unto Him, all ye that labor • I know that my Redemmer liveth • Subtle Love, with fancy viewing • My father! Ah! me-thinks I see • Ye sacred priests..Farewell, ye limpid springs and floods • Oh! had I Jubal's lyre • Pious orgies, pious airs • The soft complaining flute • Let the bright Seraphim • I know the pangs that cleave the bleeding heart..Beneath the cypress' gloomy shade – Haydn: And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass.. With verdure clad the fields appear • And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly..On mighty pens uplifted soars • O welcome now, ye groves and bowr's..O how pleasing to the senses – Hiller: Hail, David, our deliv'rer!..They fled, the gloomy powers – Lange: How beautiful are Thy dwellings, O Lord – Massenet: 'Tis in vain that I seek a retreat..'Twas even here those words were spoken – Mendelssohn: Hear Ye, Israel! Hear what the Lord speaketh • Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Thou that killest the prophets – Mercadante: Thousands of sins oppress me – Molique: I will extol Thee, my God – Parry: I will sing unto the Lord a new song – Pugno: Yea, mystery supreme by the tomb is concealed..Thou, to Whom Galilee kneeleth – Reinthaler: Why art thou cast down, O my soul? – Rubinstein: Tho' all triumphant the heav'nly powers – Spohr: Hast Thou for me a look, a thought?..When this scene of trouble closes – Sullivan: My Redeemer and my Lord • Where have they laid Him?..Lord, why hidest Thou Thy face? – C.M. von Weber: Yet not alone of labor comes our plenty..Then does mem'ry turn to days • The gracious Father hears us when we call..Once more we see the good by God provided.