Reseña del libro "Anthology of Sacred Song - Volume 1: Soprano (en Inglés)"
(Vocal Collection). Contents: Bach: My heart ever faithful * Sighing, weeping, sorrow, need Beethoven: What sorrow pierceth the righteous David's heart?..Praise ye Jehovah's goodness Benedict: I mourn as a dove Blumner: Unfaithful heart!..Thou sittest on Thy judgment-seat Costa: Open unto me the gates of righteousness..I will extol Thee, O Lord! Cowen: O peaceful night!..Say, what dost thou bear in the secret deep? Gaul: These are they, which came out of great tribulation * Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear Handel: Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion! * How beautiful are the feet * Come unto Him, all ye that labor * I know that my Redemmer liveth * Subtle Love, with fancy viewing * My father! Ah! me-thinks I see * Ye sacred priests..Farewell, ye limpid springs and floods * Oh! had I Jubal's lyre * Pious orgies, pious airs * The soft complaining flute * Let the bright Seraphim * I know the pangs that cleave the bleeding heart..Beneath the cypress' gloomy shade Haydn: And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass.. With verdure clad the fields appear * And God said, Let the waters bring forth abundantly..On mighty pens uplifted soars * O welcome now, ye groves and bowr's..O how pleasing to the senses Hiller: Hail, David, our deliv'rer!..They fled, the gloomy powers Lange: How beautiful are Thy dwellings, O Lord Massenet: 'Tis in vain that I seek a retreat..'Twas even here those words were spoken Mendelssohn: Hear Ye, Israel! Hear what the Lord speaketh * Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Thou that killest the prophets Mercadante: Thousands of sins oppress me Molique: I will extol Thee, my God Parry: I will sing unto the Lord a new song Pugno: Yea, mystery supreme by the tomb is concealed..Thou, to Whom Galilee kneeleth Reinthaler: Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Rubinstein: Tho' all triumphant the heav'nly powers Spohr: Hast Thou for me a look, a thought?..When this scene of trouble closes Sullivan: My Redeemer and my Lord * Where have they laid Him?..Lord, why hidest Thou Thy face? C.M. von Weber: Yet not alone of labor comes our plenty..Then does mem'ry turn to days * The gracious Father hears us when we call..Once more we see the good by God provided.
