The Beatitudes - Franck, César

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⌛ Epoche → Romantik ◈ Genre → Oratorien ♬ Besetzung → SATB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

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Seiten 236

CPDL Nr. 36447

Veröffentlicht 2015-08-10

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''PROLOGUE'' ''Tenor solo:'' Dark brooded fear o'er the land, Oppression's pitiless hand Crushed and degraded the weak; Full of horror and woe, the old world was expiring, Justice and mercy desiring; Hope had fled from the meek: When, far above the cries of hate and desperation, Rose a voice full of power, strong, clear and silver-sweet; And there the Saviour stands, 'mid the earth's desolation, His words draw all men to his feet. Hovering around the Master, In heaven's blue vault are soaring The angels, chanting loud and clear Their sweet song: ''Tenor solo and chorus'' "O blessed be He, who now is pouring Sweet hope into hearts dark with fear!" ''FIRST BEATITUDE'' ''Chorus and baritone solo'' All the wealth of the earth Is our desire! We worship pleasure, of joy and mirth We never tire; For us no dark tomorrow Shall arise; Withdraw all pain and sorrow From our eyes And from our gladness Away with sadness! All tears and sighs! When our hearts are oppressed in the midst of our pleasure, And despair without measure Has filled us with dread, Say, where has gladness fled? ''The Voice of Christ'' Blessed he, who, from Earth's dreams awaking, Turns his heart from worldly pride, Who, ev'ry other joy forsaking, Of wealth the golden fetters breaking, Treasures of heaven spreads around on ev'ry side. Then, when the awful trumpet soundeth, Let him rejoice! Blessed is he, in whom God's grace aboundeth, Angels for him heaven's gates fling open wide. ''Celestial Chorus'' Blessed is he, in whom God's grace and love aboundeth, Angels for him heav'n's gates fling open wide. ''SECOND BEATITUDE'' ''Terrestrial chorus'' The earth is dark, heaven's light has faded, Shedding no bright ray; Every hope with sorrow is shaded, And passeth away. Swift by life's tempest we're driven, Trembling our hearts shrink with fear; Storm-tossed vessels far from haven, Wayside dust whirled far and near. Against its ills The soul indignant Vainly seeks a shield; Cruel fate, with glance malignant, St