W. Byrd: Praise our Lord, all ye gentiles
Praise our Lord all ye gentiles, praise him all ye people,
Because his mercy is confirmed upon us, and his truth remaineth forever. Amen.
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T. Morley: O amica mea (prima pars)
O amica mea, sunt capilli tui sicut greges caprarum quae ascenderunt de monte Galaad.
O my love, your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down mount Gilead
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T. Morley: Nolo mortem peccatoris
Nolo mortem peccatoris; Haec sunt verba Salvatoris.
“I do not want the death of a sinner.” These are the words of the Saviour.
Father I am thine only Son, sent down from heav’n mankind to save.
Father, all things fulfilled and done according to thy will, I have.
Father, my will now all is this: Nolo mortem peccatoris.
Father, behold my painful smart, taken for man on ev’ry side;
Ev'n from my birth to death most tart, no kind of pain I have denied,
But suffered all, and all for this: Nolo mortem peccatoris.
Father I am thine only Son, sent down from heav’n mankind to save.
Father, all things fulfilled and done according to thy will, I have.
Father, my will now all is this: I do not want the death of a sinner.
Father, behold my painful smart, taken for man on ev’ry side;
Ev’n from my birth to death most tart, no kind of pain I have denied,
But suffered all, and all for this: I do not want the death of a sinner.
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T. Weelkes: Death hath deprived me
Death hath deprived me of my dearest friend,
My dearest friend is dead and laid in grave,
In grave he rests until the world shall end
As end must all things have.
All things must have an end that Nature wrought,
Must unto dust be brought.
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T. Tallis: “Why fum’th in fight” from Archbishop Parker’s Psalter
Why fum’th in fight the Gentiles spite,
In fury raging stout?
Why tak’th in hand the people found,
Vain things to bring about?
The Kings arise, the Lords devise
In counsels met thereto
Against the Lord with false accord,
Against his Christ they go.
God’s words decreed, I Christ will spread,
For God thus said to me.
My son I say thou art, this day,
I have begotten thee.
Ask thou of me, I will give thee,
To rule all Gentiles’ lands.
Thou shalt possess in surenesse,
The world, how wide it stands.
The Lord in fear: your service bear,
With dread to him rejoice.
Let rages be, resist not ye,
Him serve with joyful voice.
The son kiss ye, lest wroth he be,
Loose not the way of rest.
For when his ire is set on fire,
Who trust in him be blest.
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T. Tallis: In ieiunio et fletu
Parce, Domine, parce populo tuo, et ne des hereditatem tuam in perditionem.
Inter vestibulum et altare plorabant sacerdotes, dicentes: Parce populo tuo.
Spare, o Lord, spare thy people, and give not thine inheritance to ruin.
Between the porch and the altar the priests wept, saying: Spare thy people.
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W. Byrd: Ye sacred muses
Ye sacred Muses, race of Jove,
whom Music’s lore delighteth,
Come down from crystal heav’ns above
to earth where sorrow dwelleth,
In mourning weeds, with tears in eyes:
Tallis is dead, and Music dies.
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T. Weelkes: Hark all ye lovely saints
Hark all ye lovely saints above
Diana hath agreed with Love,
His fiery weapon to remove.
Fa la la.
Do you not see
How they agree?
Then cease fair ladies; why weep ye?
Fa la la.
See, see, your mistress bids you cease,
And welcome Love, with love’s increase,
Diana hath procured your peace.
Fa la la.
Cupid hath sworn
His bow forlorn
To break and burn, ere ladies mourn.
Fa la la.
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T. Weelkes: Like two proud armies
Like two proud armies marching in the field,
joining a thund'ring fight, each scorns to yield;
So in my heart, your beauty and my reason,
one claims the crown, the other says 'tis treason.
But O your beauty shineth as the sun
and dazzled reason yields as quite undone.
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W. Byrd: O Lord, make thy servant Elizabeth
O Lord, make thy servant Elizabeth, our Queen, to rejoice in thy strength:
Give her her heart's desire, and deny not the request of her lips;
But prevent her with thine everlasting blessing,
And give her a long life, even for ever and ever.
Amen.
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W. Byrd: This sweet and merry month of May
This sweet and merry month of May,
While nature wantons in her prime,
And birds do sing, and beasts do play,
For pleasure of the joyful time,
I choose the first for holy day,
And greet Eliza with a rhyme.
O beauteous Queen of second Troy:
Take well in worth a simple toy.
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T. Weelkes: Thule, the period of cosmography
Thule, the period of cosmography,
Doth vaunt of Hecla, whose sulfurious fire
Doth melt the frozen clime and thaw the sky;
Trinacrian Etna’s flames ascend not higher.
These things seem wondrous, yet more wondrous I,
Whose heart with fear doth freeze, with love doth fry.
The Andalusian merchant, that returns
Laden with cochineal and China dishes,
Reports in Spain how strangely Fogo burns,
Amidst an ocean full of flying fishes!
These things seem wond’rous, yet more wond’rous I,
Whose heart with fear doth freeze, with love doth fry.
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W. Byrd: O salutaris hostia a 6
O salutaris hostia
Quae caeli pandis ostium,
Bella premunt hostilia:
Da robur, fer auxilium.
O saving victim
Who opens the gate of heaven,
Hostile wars press on us:
Give strength, bring aid.
Uni trinoque Domino
Sit sempiterna gloria,
Qui vitam sine termino
Nobis donet in patria.
Amen.
To the Lord, three in one,
Be everlasting glory,
For life without end
He gives us in (his) Kingdom.
Amen.
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T. Weelkes: Hosanna to the Son of David
Hosanna to the Son of David.
Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna, thou that sittest in the highest heavens.
Hosanna in excelsis Deo.
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W. Byrd: Laudibus in sanctis
Laudibus in sanctis Dominum celebrate supremum,
Firmamenta sonent inclita facta Dei.
Inclita facta Dei cantate, sacraque potentis
Voce potestatem saepe sonate manus.
Celebrate the Lord most high in holy praises:
Let the firmament echo the glorious deeds of God.
Sing the glorious deeds of God, and with a holy voice
Sing the power of his mighty hand.
Magnificum Domini cantet tuba martia nomen,
Pieria Domino concelebrate lira.
Laude Dei, resonent resonantia tympana summi,
Alta sacri resonent organa laude Dei.
Let the warlike trumpet sing the great name of the Lord:
Celebrate the Lord with Pierian lyre.
Let resounding timbrels ring to the praise of the most-high God,
Let lofty organs peal to the praise of the holy God.
Hunc arguta canant tenui psalteria corda,
Hunc agili laudet laeta chorea pede.
Concava divinas effundant cymbala laudes,
Cymbala dulcisona laude repleta Dei,
Omne quod aetheris in mundo vescitur auris,
Halleluia canat, tempus in omne Deo.
Him let melodious psalteries sing with fine string,
Him let joyful dance praise with nimble foot.
Let hollow cymbals pour forth divine praises,
Sweet-sounding cymbals filled with the praise of God.
Let everything in the world that feeds upon the air of heaven
Sing Alleluia to God for evermore.
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T. Weekles: When David heard
When David heard that Absalom was slain,
He went up to his chamber, over the gate, and wept;
And thus he said: O my son, Absalom my son,
Would God I had died for thee,
Absalom my son, O my son, Absalom my son.
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