Anthology of Sacred Song Vol.1

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 Redeemer 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.