Max Spicker

Anthology of Sacred Song Vol. 2

Contents: Bach: Prepare thyself, Zion / Slumber, beloved, and take thy repose - Benedict: Father, whose blessing we entreat / O Thou afflicted - Bennett: O Lord, Thou hast searched me out - Blumner: My warning heed.. Thine, O Saviour, is love unending - Costa: Lord, from my bed again I rise / It is a good thing to give thanks.. This night I lift my heart to Thee - Cowen: Like as a father pitieth his children - Dvorak: Within what gloomy depths forest.. Thy leading would had not followed - Gade: O, with pure devotion / When onward I am gazing - Gaul: Eye hath not seen / Now go your ways, my daughters well-beloved.. O gracious Lord, cast down Thine eyes / Thou art the guide of our youth - Handel: O Judah, Judah! chosen seed!.. O Lord, whom we adore / Great Prophetess! my soul's on fire.. In the battle, fame pursuing / The smiling hours, a joyful train / Thou shalt bring them in / But who is this? tremendous to behold.. Awful, pleasing being, say / Now give the army breath.. Heroes, when with glory burning / Father of heav'n! From Thy eternal throne / Behold a virgin shall conceive.. O thou that tellest good tidings to Zion / He was despised and rejected / Return, O God of Hosts / O Lord, whose mercies numberless / What tho' I trace each herb and flower / A love like mine, so faithful.. When first I saw my lovely maid / Lord, to Thee, each night and day - Kiel: He was oppress'd and afflicted sore / For my soul is athirst for God / Turn again to thy rest - Mackenzie: Gladness is taken away - Marechal: He is dead the child I cherish!.. One would say, he reposes - Mendelssohn: O rest in the Lord / And he journeyed with companions.. But the Lord is mindful of His own - Parry: The Lord is long-suffering and merciful - Raff: Thrust in Thy sickle, and reap.. Great and wonderful are all Thy works / Behold, the House of God is with men - Reinthaler: The Lord will not be ever wroth - Saint-Saens: Patiently have I waited for the Lord / Thou, O Lord, art my protector - Sullivan: The Lord is risen / Love is not the world - Vierling: From swarming Highways I now have escaped.. Lord, for whom my soul is burning - Williams: As Thou wilt, Father.