Lyrics

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Oculi Omnium - Charles Wood

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Oculi omnium in te sperant, Domine:

et tu das escam illorum in tempore opportuno.

Gloria tibi Domine, Amen.

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Translation:

The eyes of all wait upon thee, O Lord,

and thou givest them their meat in due season.

Glory to Thee, O Lord. Amen.

 

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Fountain of Sweets - Peter Aston

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Fountain of Sweets! Eternal Dove!
Which leav'st thy glorious perch above,
And hov'ring down, vouchsafest thus
To make thy nest below with us.

 

Soft, as thy softest Feathers, may
We find thy Love to us to-day;
And in the shelter of thy Wing
Obtain thy Leave and Grace to sing.

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White as lilies was her face - John Dowland

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White as lilies was her face:
When she smilèd, she beguilèd,
Quitting faith with foul disgrace,
Virtue, service thus neglected,
Heart with sorrows hath infectèd.

When I swore my heart her own,
She disdainèd; I complainèd,
Yet she left me overthrown:
Careless of my bitter grieving,
Ruthless, bent to no relieving.

Vows and oaths and faith assured,
Constant ever, changing never;
Yet she could not bе procured,
To believе my pains exceeding,
From her scant neglect proceeding.

Oh that Love should have the art,
By surmisès, and disguisès,
To destroy a faithful heart,
Or that wanton-looking women,
Should reward their friends as foemen.

All in vain is Ladies' love:
Quickly choosèd, shortly loosèd;
For their pride is to remove:
Out, alas - their looks first won us,
And their pride hath straight undone us.

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To thyself the sweetest fair,
Thou hath wounded, and confounded
Changeless faith with soul despair;
And my service hath envièd,
And my succours hath denièd.

By thine error thou hast lost,
Heart unfeignèd, Truth unstainèd;
And the swain that lovèd most,
More assured in love than many,
More despised in love than any.

For my heart, though set at nought,
Since you will it, spoil and kill it!
I will never change my thought:
But grieve that beauty e'er was born,
And so I'll live as one forlorn.

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Crossing the Bar - Hubert Parry

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Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems a sleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home, turns home.

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Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell

When I, when I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of time and place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.

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The Silver Swan - Orlando Gibbons

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The silver swan, who living had no note,

When death approached unlocked her silent throat.

Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,

Thus sang her first and last and sung no more:

Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,

More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.

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Pastime with Good Company - Henry VIII

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Pastime with good company
I love and shall until I die;
Grudge who will, but none deny
So God be pleased thus live will I
For my pastance
Hunt, sing, and dance
My heart is set:
All goodly sport
For my comfort
Who shall me let?

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Youth must have some dalliance
Of good or ill some pastance;
Company methinks then best
All thoughts and fancies to digest:
For idleness
Is chief mistress
Of vices all
Then who can say
But mirth and play
Is best of all?

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Company with honesty
Is virtue vices to flee:
Company is good and ill
But every man hath his free will
The best ensue
Thе worst eschew
My mind shall be:
Virtuе to use
Vice to refuse
Thus shall I use me

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Fair Phyllis I Saw - John Farmer

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Fair Phyllis I saw sitting all alone

Feeding her flock near to the mountain side.

The shepherds knew not,

they knew not whither she was gone,

But after her lover Amyntas hied,

Up and down he wandered

whilst she was missing;

When he found her,

O then they fell a-kissing.

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Hark, all ye lovely saints above - Thomas Weelkes

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Hark, all ye lovely saints above

Diana hath agreed with Love,

his fiery weapen to remove.

Fa la la la la la

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Do you not sea how they agree?

Then cease, fair ladies;

why weep ye?

Fa la la la la 

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See, see, your mistress bids you cease,

and welcome Love, with love's increase;

Diana hath procured your peace.

Fa la la la la 

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Cupid hath sworn his bow forlorn

to break and burn,

ere ladies mourn.

Fa la la la la

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If ye Love Me - Thomas Tallis​

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If ye love me
Keep my commandments
And I will pray the Father
And he shall give you another comforter
That he may 'bide with you forever
E’en the spirit of truth

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God so Loved the World - John Stainer

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God so loved the world.
God so loved the world,
that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whoso believeth, believeth in Him
should not perish, should not perish
but have everlasting life.

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For God sent not His Son into the world
to condemn the world.
God sent not His Son into the world
to condemn the world;
But that the world through Him might be saved.

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God so loved the world.
God so loved the world,
that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whoso believeth, believeth in Him
should not perish, should not perish
but have everlasting life, everlasting life,
everlasting, everlasting life.
God so loved the world.
God so loved the world.
God so loved the world.

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Locus Iste - Anton Bruckner

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​Locus iste a Deo factus est,
Inaestimabile sacramentum,
irreprehensibilis est.

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Translation:

This place was made by God,
a priceless sacrament;
it is without reproach.

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My soul, there is a country

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My soul, there is a country

Far beyond the stars,

Where stands a wingèd sentry

All skilful in the wars:

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There, above noise and danger,

Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles,

And One born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files.

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He is thy gracious Friend,

And - O my soul, awake! -

Did in pure love descend

To die here for thy sake.

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If thou canst get but thither,

There grows the flower of Peace,

The Rose that cannot wither,

Thy fortress, and thy ease.

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Leave then thy foolish ranges;

For none can thee secure

But One who never changes—

Thy God, thy life, thy cure.​​

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The Long Day Closes - Arthur Sullivan

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No star is o'er the lake
Its pale watch keeping
The moon is half awake
Through gray mist creeping
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses
The clock hath ceased to sound
The long day closes

Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour
To count the sounds of mirth
Now dumb for ever
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves
The long day closes

The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly
Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read
The long day closes