O day of penitence - Gounod, Charles

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"Originally published by Novello. This is an arrangement of the French work ''Le vendredi-saint''."

⌛ Period → Romantic ◈ Genre → Cantatas

♯ Key G minor

⁄ Time Signature 4/4

↕ Range G2 – A5

♩ Tempo larghetto (60)

◷ Duration ~8 min

¶ Language → English

Measures 121

Texture mixed texture

Parts 7

Instruments Orchestra (organ reduction of CPDL #64875 omits postlude, doubling voices instead)

Pages 14

CPDL # 64875

Editor Ian Haslam

Posted 2021-06-24

License CPDL License

♫Pitch Ranges

Soprano

D4 – A5

Alto

C#4 – E-5

Tenor

F#3 – G4

Bass

G2 – E-4

Organ

G2 – G4

¶Lyrics / Text

O day of penitence! O day of mourning! Remember how th'incarnate Son of God, nail'd to His Cross, hung between earth and heaven, was put to death by His own people's hands, To save us all from Satan's iron bondage, He bore with patience all these cruel wrongs! O come let us with hearts and voices utter our grief, and weep beside His Tomb. Come let us kneel, in sorrow and contrition, Before the Cross which His pure Blood doth lave; Come rich and poor, offer Him all your hearts, Who gave Himself the world to save! Just as the sea by stormy winds is driven, Whose angry waves do hoarsely rage and roar, The people with madness to the slaughter are crowding, And shouting, To death! To death! To death! Crucify Him!" Striving to save Him Pilate has vainly labour'd: His cruel foes thirst for their Victim's Blood; Behold they crown with thorns His Sacred head! Beat Him with scourges! and then smite Him on His cheek! Come let us kneel, in sorrow and contrition, Before the Cross which His pure Blood doth lave: Come rich and poor, offer Him all your hearts, Who gave Himself the world to save! Slowly, ah slowly, drag on the fatal hours! Now having drain'd His bitter cup of pain, The Lamb of God completes His Sacrifice, Into His Father's hands commends His spirit, Cries with loud voice, "It is finish'd," and expires! Then, as He died, darkness obscured the land In dim eclipse, the earth with horror shook: The Temple trembled: the Veil was rent in twain! Come let us kneel, in sorrow and contrition, Before the Cross which His pure Blood doth lave: Come rich and poor, offer Him all your hearts, Who gave Himself the world to save!