| St 
              Thomas Singersconductor 
              Donald Halliday
 St 
              Giles at Six St 
              Giles Cathedral, EdinburghSunday 11 July 1999
 6.00 pm
 PROGRAMME
 Charles Villiers Stanford (1852  
              1924)
 O for a closer walk with God
 
 Words by William Cowper
 Tune from the Scottish Psalter
 For four part choir and organ
 
 Oh! For a closer walk with God,
 A calm and heavenly frame;
 A light to shine upon the road
 That leads me to the Lamb!
 
 Return, O holy Dove, return,
 Sweet messenger of rest;
 I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
 And drove thee from my breast.
 
 So shall my walk be close with God,
 Calm and serene my frame:
 So purer light shall mark the road
 That leads me to the Lamb.
 
 Peter Philips (c. 1565  c. 1628)
 Ascendit Deus
 
 For five part choir
 Sung in Latin
 
 God has ascended with jubilation, and the 
              Lord with the sound of the trumpet. Alleluia. The Lord has prepared 
              his seat in heaven. Alleluia.
 
 Gesualdo di Venosa (1560  1613)
 Ave, dulcissima Maria
 
 For five part choir
 Sung in Latin
 
 Hail, most gentle Mary, true hope and life, 
              cool fount of refreshment! O Mary, flower among virgins, pray to 
              Jesus for us.
 
 Edward Elgar (1857  1934)
 Ave verum
 
 For four part choir and organ
 Sung in Latin
 
 Jesu, word of God incarnate,
 Of the virgin Mary born,
 On the cross thy sacred body,
 For us men with nails was torn.
 Cleanse us by the blood and water
 Streaming from thy pierced side;
 Feed us with thy body broken,
 Now, and in deaths agony.
 
 O compassionate, divine and gentle Jesu, 
              hear us, son of Mary.
 
 Paul Patterson (b. 1947)
 Salvum fac populum tuum Domine
 
 For four part choir, unaccompanied
 Sung in Latin
 
 Lord, save thy people and bless thine inheritance 
              and guide them and exalt them for ever. From day to day we bless 
              you and praise your name from generation to generation.
 
 Kenneth Leighton (1929  1989)
 Solus ad Victimam
 
 For four part choir and organ
 Words by Peter Abelard (1079  1142), 
              translated by Helen Waddell
 
 Alone to sacrifice thou goest, Lord,
 Giving thyself to death whom thou hast 
              slain.
 For us thy wretched folk is any word?
 Who know that for our sins this is thy 
              pain?
 
 For they are ours, O Lord, our deeds,
 Why must thou suffer torture for our sin?
 Let our hearts suffer in thy Passion, Lord,
 That very suffering may thy mercy win.
 
 This is the night of tears, the three days 
              space,
 Sorrow abiding of the eventide,
 Until the day break with the risen Christ,
 And hearts that sorrowed shall be satisfied.
 
 So may our hearts share in thine anguish, 
              Lord,
 That they may sharers of thy glory be;
 Heavy with weeping may the three days pass,
 To win the laughter of thine Easter day.
 
 Henryk Górecki (b. 1933)
 Euntes ibant et flebant
 
 For unaccompanied choir in 3 to 12 parts
 Sung in Latin
 
 He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing 
              precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing 
              his sheaves with him.
 (Psalm 125, v. 6)
 O come let us worship and bow down: let 
              us kneel before the Lord our Maker.
 (Psalm 94, v. 6)
 
 John Tavener (b. 1944)
 Angels
 
 For nine part choir and organ
 Words by Keith Walker, 1985
 
 Bright beings from the realms of light,
 Messengers from the Lord of Might!
 Silent as dawn and swift as sound,
 Your presence shines where God is found.
 
 When Jacob lay in deep despair,
 Angelic waves in vision fair
 Disclosed at Bethel, Heavens gate,
 And broke his chain of evil fate.
 
 Angel and maid in stillness met,
 And Marys Yes, lest we 
              forget,
 Sprang from a Spirit touched by grace,
 Through Gabriels word and golden 
              face.
 
 Unseen as air, in fiery power,
 Angelic hordes make demons cower,
 And won with Christ in holy fight
 Salvations gift from human plight.
 
 The suns bright beams bring light 
              to earth,
 And Angels bless our pain and mirth,
 May angel hosts transport us high
 To God in heaven when we die.
 
 
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