Sacred raptures cheer my breast, No. 6 from Oratorio Solomon, Act 1 (HWV67)

The name of the wicked shall quickly be past, No. 39 from Oratorio "Solomon", Act 3 (HWV67)

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Aufs wenigste will ich Peter, Jesus. Mein Vater, mein Vater! Die Pein vermehrte sich Evangelist. Brich, mein Herz Daughter of Zion. Ein Engel aber kam Evangelist. Jesus, Peter, John, James. Und eh' die Rede Evangelist. Greift zu, schlagt tot Chorus. Er soll uns nicht entlaufen Chorus. Nimm, Rabbi, diesen Kuss Judas, Jesus. Gift und Glut Peter. Steck nur das Schwert Jesus. O weh, sie binden ihn Chorus. Wo flieht ihr hin? Nehmt mich mit, verzagte Scharen Peter. Ich will versinken Peter. Doch wie, will ich Peter. Ach, Gott und Herr Chorus. Als Jesus nun Evangelist, Caiphas, Jesus. Die Nacht war kaum vorbei Evangelist, Daughter of Zion.

Meine Laster sind die Stricke Daughter of Zion. Oh, was hab' ich, verfluchter Mensch Judas. Lasst diese Tat nicht ungerochen Judas. Wie nun Pilatus Jesum fragt Evangelist, Jesus. Sprichst du denn Daughter of Zion, Jesus. Pilatus wunderte sich sehr Evangelist. Wie er nun sah Evangelist. Besinne dich, Pilatus Daughter of Zion. Drauf zerreten die Kreigsknecht' Evangelist. Ich seh' an einen Stein gebunden Faithful Soul 1. Drum, Seele, schau Faithful Soul 1.

Dem Himmel gleicht Faithful Soul 1.

Wie nun das Blut Evangelist. Verwegner Dorn Daughter of Zion. Jesu Daughter of Zion. Drauf beugten sie aus Spott Evangelist. Ja, scheueten sich nicht Evangelist. Worauf sie mit dem Rohr Evangelist. Heil der Welt Daughter of Zion. Wie man ihm nun genug Evangelist. Eilt, ihr angefochtnen Seelen! Daughter of Zion, Chorus. Ach Gott, ach Gott! Soll mein Kind Mary, Jesus.

Und er trug selbst sein Kreuz Evangelist, Daughter of Zion. Hier erstarrt mein Herz Faithful Soul 1. O Anblick, o entsetzliches Gesicht! Sobald er nun gekreuzigt war Evangelist. Und eine dicke Finsternis Evangelist. Dies war zur neunten Stund' Evangelist. Mein Heiland Faithful Soul 1. Drauf lief ein Kriegsknecht hin Evangelist. Soprano 2, Alto 2, Baritone.

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O selig, wer dies glaubt Faithful Soul 1, Evangelist. Daughter of Zion, Evangelist. Wie kommt's, dass da der Himmel weint Faithful Soul 3. Ich bin ein Glied Chorus. Timotheus, Plac'd on High Tenor. The song began from Jove Soprano. The list'ning crowd Chorus. With ravish'd ears Soprano. The praise of Bacchus Tenor. Bacchus, ever fair and young Bass, Chorus.

Sooth'd with the sound Tenor. He chose a mournful Muse Soprano. He sung Darius Great and Good. With downcast Looks Soprano. Behold Darius, great and good Chorus. The mighty master smil'd to see Tenor. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures Soprano. War, he sung, is toil and trouble Soprano. The many rend the skies Chorus. The Prince, unable to conceal Soprano.

Now strike the Golden Lyre Tenor, Chorus. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries Bass. Give the Vengeance due Tenor. The Princes applaud with a furious Joy Tenor. Thais led the way Soprano, Chorus. Thus long ago Tenor. Let old Timotheus yield the Prize Tenor, Bass. Let old Timotheus yield the Prize Chorus. Cecilia's Day, HWV From harmony, from heav'nly harmony Tenor - Accompanied: When nature, underneath a heap Tenor. From harmony, from heav'nly harmony Chorus. What passion cannot Music raise Soprano. The trumpet's loud clangour Tenor, Chorus. The soft complaining Flute Soprano. Sharp Violins proclaim Tenor.

Orpheus could lead the savage race Soprano. But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder high'r Soprano. As from the pow'r of sacred lays Chorus. The sons of Israel do mourn Chorus. When the ear heard him Soprano 1, Alto 2, Tenor, Bass 1. How is the mighty fall'n! Their bodies are buried in peace Chorus. The people will tell of their wisdom Chorus. They shall receive Soprano 2, Alto 2, Tenor, Bass 1. The merciful goodness of the Lord Chorus. Now there arose a new king over Egypt Tenor.

And the children of Israel sigh'd Alto 1, Chorus. Then sent he Moses, his servant Tenor.

They loathed to drink of the river Chorus. Their land brought forth frogs Alto 1. He spake the word Chorus. He gave them hailstones for rain Chorus. He sent a thick darkness over all the land Chorus. He smote all the first-born of Egypt Chorus. But as for his people Chorus. Egypt was glad when they departed Chorus. He rebuked the Red Sea Chorus. And Israel saw that great work Chorus. Moses and the children of Israel sung this song Chorus. The Lord is my strength and my song Soprano 1, Soprano 2. He is my God Chorus. The Lord is a man of war Bass 1, Bass 2. The depths have cover'd them Chorus. Thy right hand, O Lord is become glorious in power Chorus.

And with the blast of thy nostrils Chorus. The enemy said, I will pursue, I will overtake Tenor. Thou didst blow with the wind Soprano 1. Who is like unto Thee, O Lord Chorus. Thou in thy mercy has led forth Alto 1, Tenor. The people shall hear Chorus. Thou shalt bring them in Alto 1. The Lord shall reign for ever and ever Chorus. For the horse of Pharaoh Tenor.

And Miriam the prophetess Tenor. Sing ye to the Lord Soprano 2, Chorus. Ouverture Concerto grosso, Op. Hence, loathed Melancholy Tenor. Hence, vain deluding Joys Il Penseroso: Come, thou Goddess fair and free Soprano. Come rather, Goddess, sage and holy Soprano. Haste thee, nymph Tenor. Haste thee, nymph Chorus. Come and trip it Tenor, Chorus. Come, and trip it Chorus. Come, pensive Nun Il Penseroso.

Come, but keep thy wonted state Soprano. There, held in holy passion still Soprano. Join with thee Chorus. If I give thee honour due Soprano. Mirth, admit me of thy crew Soprano. First and chief, on golden wing Soprano. If I give thee honour due L'Allegro: Mirth, admit me of thy crew Bass.

Oft, on a plat of rising ground Soprano. Far from all resort of mirth Soprano. Let me wander not unseen Tenor.

Straight mine eye Soprano. Mountains, on whose barren breast Bass. Or let the merry bells ring round Soprano. And young and old come forth to play Chorus. Your Words, O King - Yes he shall wed my Daughter! O Fairest of ten thousand Fair - Is there a Man. Thy Father is as cruel. At Persecution I can laugh. Whom dost thou seek? No, no, let the Guilty tremble.

Mean as he was. The Time at length is come - Where is the Son of Jesse. O fatal Consequence of Rage. Wretch that I am - With me what would'st thou? Why hast thou forc'd me from the Realms of Peace. Impious Wretch, of Race accurst. O let it not in Gath be heard. From this unhappy Day. Brave Jonathan his Bow ne'er drew. Eagles were not so swift as they. Ye Men of Judah, weep no more. Gird on thy Sword. Audience Applause Act 3. Israel in Egypt, HWV Zadok the Priest Coronation Anthem No.

The English Concert, Trevor Pinnock.

Th'event was worse than I foresaw". No time for lamentation now". English Chamber Orchestra, John Nelson. Lucky omens bless our rites.

楽譜 The name of the wicked shall quickly be past, No. 39 from Oratorio "Solomon", Act 3 (HWV67)

The morning lark to mine accords his note. See she blushing turns her eyes. Hymen, haste, thy torch prepare. Why dost thou thus untimely grieve? Again auspicious flashes rise. Thy aid, pronubial Juno, Athamas implores! O Athamas, what toture hast thou borne! Turn, hopeless lover, turn thy eyes. Your tuneful voice my tale would tell. Too well I see, thou wilt not understand me. Iris, impatient of thy stay. There from mortal cares retiring. No more - I'll hear no more! Hence, Iris, hence away. Oh sleep, why dost thou leave me?

Let me not another moment. Lay your doubts and fears aside. You are mortal and require time to rest. How engaging, how endearing. I must with speed amuse her.

Solomon, HWV67

Now Love that everlasting boy invites. Prepare then, ye immortal choir. Bless the glad earth. Leave me, loathsome light. More sweet is that name. My racking thoughts by no kind slumbers freed. Thus shap'd like Ino. O ecstasy of happiness. Myself I shall adore. Be wise, as you are beautiful. Conjure him by his oath. Thus let my thanks be pay'd. Rich odours fill the fragrant air. Come to my arms. Speak what you desire. By that tremendous flood, I swear.

You'll grant what I require? No, no, I'll take no less. Ah, whither is she gone? Above measure is the pleasure, which my revenge supplies. Ah me, too late I now repent. Of my ill-boding dream. Oh, terror and astonishment. How I was hence remov'd. Despair no more shall wound me. See from above the belling clouds descend. Apollo comes, to relieve your care. Happy shall we be. Les Musiciens du Louvre, Marc Minkowski. How soon the flatterer hope". Some villain has belied". Marc Minkowski, Les Musiciens du Louvre.

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