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As pants the hart
04:55
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As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!
Tears are my constant food, while
thus insulting foes upbraid:
"Deluded wretch! Where's now thy God?
And where his promis'd aid?"
I sigh when'er my musing thoughts
those happy days present,
When I with troops of pious friends
thy temple did frequent:
When I advanc'd with songs of praise
my solemn vows to pay,
And led the joyful sacred throng,
that kept the festal day.
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.
New Version of Tate and Brady (1696)
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Gaudete
02:09
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Gaudete, gaudete! Christus est natus
Ex Maria virgine, gaudete!
Gaudete, gaudete! It means "Rejoice now,"
Christ is born of Virgin Mary today.
Tempus adest gratiæ
Hoc quod optabamus,
Carmina lætitiæ
Devote reddamus.
(The time of grace has come—
what we have wished for,
songs of joy
Let us give back faithfully.)
Deus homo factus est
Natura mirante,
Mundus renovatus est
A Christo regnante.
(God has become man,
To the wonderment of Nature,
The world has been renewed
By the reigning Christ.)
Ezechielis porta
Clausa pertransitur,
Unde lux est orta
Salus invenitur.
(The closed gate of Ezekiel
Is passed through,
Whence the light is born,
Salvation is found.)
Ergo nostra contio
Psallat iam in lustro;
Benedicat Domino:
Salus Regi nostro.
(Therefore let our gathering
Now sing in brightness
Let it give praise to the Lord:
Greeting to our King.)
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There was an old woman who had a little pig, mmmm-hmmm
There was an old woman who had a little pig, it didn't eat much for it wasn't very big mm-mm-mm
One day that little pig got out, mmmm hmmmm
One day that little pig got out, and it fell down and broke its snout, mmmm hmmm
Then the old woman, she cried and cried, mmmm hmmm
Then the old woman, she cried and cried, and laid herself right down and died, mmmm hmmm.
Then the old man he died of grief, mmmm hmmm
Then the old man he died of grief. Wasn't that a great relief! Mmmm hmmmm.
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The Song of the Vineyard
03:14
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My truelove had a vineyard upon a hill so high,
He dug the ground and planted the best that you can buy,
He hollowed out a winepress and built a wall and tower;
At harvest-time he gathered but every grape was sour.
Now find the guilty party, you masters of the law;
My truelove in his vineyard could not have laboured more.
A vineyard so ungrateful with grapes so sour and few;
When so much was expected: what shall my truelove do?
My truelove has decided he'll break the vineyard wall,
And hungry beasts will enter and trample on it all;
He'll make of it a wasteland where nettles grow again,
And when my truelove orders the clouds will never rain.
My truelove's name is Jesus; the vineyard is the church.
He gave to her a pure heart all free from stain and smirch.
She changed her love for bloodshed; he'll come and purge her stain;
Lord, in the vineyard's corner may some true vines remain.
Words and music by Marnanel Thurman
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My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kine"*
And she stepped away from me and this she did say:
It will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
As she stepped away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she turned homeward with one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake
The people were saying, no two e'er were wed
But one had a sorrow that never was said
And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear,
And that was the last that I saw of my dear.
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
So softly she came that her feet made no din
As she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day"
* kine = cows/cattle
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Sancta mater gratiae, stella claritatis
visita nos hodie plena pietatis.
Veni, vena veniae mox incarceratis,
solamen angustiae, fons suavitatis.
Recordare, mater Christi, quam amare tu flevisti;
juxta crucem tu stetisti, suspirando viso tristi
O, Maria, flos regalis, inter omnes nulla talis;
Tuo nato specialis nostrae carnis parce malis
O, quam corde supplici locuta fuisti,
Gabrielis nunci i cum verba cepisti.
’En ancilla Domini’, propere dixisti;
vernum vivi gaudii post hoc perperisti.
Gaude, digna, tam benigna caeli solio;
tuos natos, morbo stratos, redde filio.
Dou way, Robyn, the child wile weepe; dou way Robyn.
Transl.
Holy mother of grace, star of brightness,
visit us today, full of compassion.
Come soon, channel of pardon, to those in prison,
as a solace of misery, a source of sweetness.
Remember, mother of Christ, how bitterly thou didst weep;
thou didst stand beside the cross sighing at the sad sight.
O Mary, royal flower, among all women nonesuch,
in thy son unequalled, forgive the sins of our flesh.
O, with how humble a heart thou didst speak
when thou didst receive the words of Gabriel the messenger.
’Behold the handmaid of the Lord’, thou didst quickly say;
thereafter thou didst bear the springtime of living joy.
Rejoice, worthy lady, so gracious, in the throne of heaven;
restore thy children, brought low by vice, to the Son.
Stop it, Robin, the child will weep; stop it, Robin.
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What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul,
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul,
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul!
When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down beneath God's righteous frown,
Christ laid aside his crown for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside his crown for my soul!
Ye winged seraphs fly, bear the news! bear the news!
Ye winged seraphs fly, bear the news!
Ye winged seraphs fly, like comets through the sky,
Fill vast eternity with the news, with the news,
Fill vast eternity with the news.
Ye friends of Zion's King, join his praise! join his praise!
Ye friends of Zion's King, join his praise!
Ye friends of Zion's King, with hearts and voices sing,
And strike each tuneful string in his praise, in his praise:
And strike each tuneful string in his praise.
To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing,
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing;
To God and to the Lamb who is the great I AM,
While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing;
While millions join the theme, I will sing!
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on;
And when from death I'm free, I'll sing and joyful be,
And through eternity, I'll sing on, I'll sing on;
And through eternity I'll sing on.
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Hark! hark! glad tidings charm our ears,
Angelic music fills the spheres;
Earth spreads the sound with decent mirth,
A God, a God is born on earth!
A God is born! the valleys cry;
A God is born! the hills reply;
Evening repeats to wondering morn,
A God, a God on earth is born!
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Our cheerful voices let us raise,
And sing a parting song;
Although I'm with you now, my friends,
I can't be with you long:
For I must go and leave you all,
It fills my heart with pain;
Although we part, perhaps, in tears,
I hope we'll meet again.
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Kathryn Rose UK
Plays the horn, piano, organ, serpent, portable harmonium and just about anything else that doesn't fight back too vigorously.
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