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"Awake My Soul and with the Sun" is a 17th-century hymn by the Anglican cleric and hymnodist Thomas Ken. It was written in 1695 as a morning hymn and, latterly, it is usually sung to the tune Morning Hymn by François Hippolyte Barthélemon (1741–1808).
Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion "Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion" (Zechariah 9:9–10) is usually performed as a virtuoso coloratura aria of the soprano which might express any kind of great joy—as seen in an opera—although the original version is an utterly charming Baroque dance in 12/8 time. An upward fourth followed by a rest ...
The oratorio's structure follows the liturgical year; Part I corresponding with Advent, Christmas and the life of Jesus, Part II with Lent, Easter, Ascension and Pentecost, Part III with the end of the church year, dealing with the end of time, the Resurrection of the dead and Christ's glorification in heaven.
God's mercies are always greater than our troubles. [4] Pseudo-Chrysostom: But they also who mourn for others’ sins shall be comforted, inasmuch as they shall own God's providence in that worldly generation, understanding that they who had perished were not of God, out of whose hand none can snatch. For these leaving to mourn, they shall be ...
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O Come, thou Lord of David’s Key! The royal door fling wide and free; Safeguard for us the heavenward road, And bar the way to death's abode. Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel. O come, O come, Adonai, Who in thy glorious majesty From that high mountain clothed in awe,
O gracious Light, pure brightness of the everliving Father in heaven, O Jesus Christ, holy and blessed! Now as we come to the setting of the sun, and our eyes behold the vesper light, we sing thy praises, O God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. [Thou art/You are] worthy at all times to be praised by happy voices, O Son of God, O Giver of life,
Jesus is coming soon, morning or night or noon; Many will meet their doom, trumpets will sound, All of the dead shall rise, righteous meet in the skies, Going where no one dies, heavenward bound. Verse 2: (not often included in recordings) Love of so many cold; losing their home of gold; This in God's Word is told; evils abound.
Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumèd with the earth, To rise from generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? The sexes sprung from shame and pride, Blowed in the morn, in evening died; But mercy changed death into sleep; The sexes rose to work and weep. Thou, mother of my mortal part, With cruelty didst mould my heart,