St. Paul's Choral Archive
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Awake, Thou Wintry Earth read Draw Us in the Spirit's Tether read O Sacred Feast read O Sorrow Deep read Rise Up My Love read Love Bade Me Welcome read O Clap Your Hands read
Awake, Thou Wintry Earth
Awake, thou wintry earth--
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Christ is risen.
- An Easter Hymn
Original Dutch text, translated by Thomas Blackburn
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Draw Us in the Spirit's Tether
Draw us in the Spirit's tether;
For when humbly, in thy name,
Two or three are met together,
Thou art in the midst of them: Alleluia! Alleluia!
Touch we now thy garment's hem.
As the brethren used to gather
In the name of Christ to sup,
Then with thanks to God the Father
Break the bread and bless the cup, Alleluia! Alleluia!
So knit thou our friendship up.
All our meals and all our living
Make as sacraments of thee,
That by caring, helping, giving,
We may true disciples be. Alleluia! Alleluia!
We will serve thee faithfully.
- A Communion Motet
(Harold W. Friedell)O Sacred Feast
A Sacred Feast, wherein Christ is received,
the memory of His Passion is renewed in us,
our souls are filled with grace,
and the pledge of everlasting glory given unto us. Alleluia.
- Motet
(Healey Willan)
_______________________________________________O Sorrow Deep
O sorrow deep!
Who would not weep
with heartfelt pain and sighing!
God the Father's only Son
in the tomb is lying.O Jesus blest,
My help and rest,
With tears I pray thee, hear me:
Now, and even unto death,
Dearest Lord, be near me.
- Chorale
(David Hurd)
Original German text, composite translation
_________________________________________________Rise Up My Love
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and
the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape
give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
- Motet to the Blessed Virgin Mary
(Healey Willan)
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Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.
"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"
"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.
______________________________________________O Clap Your Hands
O clap your hands together all ye people
O sing unto God with the voice of melody
For the lord it high
And to be feared
He is the great king
Upon all the earth
He shall subdue the people under us
And the nations under our feet
He shall choose out an heritage for us
Even the worship of Jacob whom he loved
God is gone up with a merry noise
With a merry noise
With a merry noise
And the lord with the sound of the trumpet
Oh sing praises, sing praises unto our God
Oh sing praises, sing praises unto our King
For God is the king upon all the earth
Sing ye praises with understanding
O clap your hands all ye people
O clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands together all ye people
Clap your hands together all ye people
Clap your hands
All ye people
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