Like as the hart desireth (Psalm: Anglican chant) - Guildford Cathedral Choir (Barry Rose) скачать в хорошем качестве

Like as the hart desireth (Psalm: Anglican chant) - Guildford Cathedral Choir (Barry Rose)

Guildford Cathedral Choir, directed by Barry Rose: Evensong at Guildford Cathedral, 8 February 1969: (Psalms 42 & 43. Chant: Samuel Sebastian Wesley) 1 Like as the hart de- | sireth . the | water-brooks : so longeth my | soul . after | thee, O | God. 2 My soul is athirst for God * yea, even for the | living | God : when shall I come to ap- | pear be-fore the | presence . of | God? 3 My tears have been my meat | day and | night : while they daily say unto me * | Where is | now thy | God? 4 Now when I think thereupon, I pour out my | heart . by my- | self : for I went with the multitude, and brought them forth | into . the | house of | God; 5 In the voice of | praise and | thanksgiving : among | such as | keep | holy-day. 6 Why art thou so full of heaviness, | O my | soul? : and why art thou | so dis- | quiet-ed with- | in me? 7 Put thy | trust in | God : for I will yet give him | thanks . for the | help . of his | countenance. 8 My God, my soul is | vexed with- | in me : therefore will I remember thee concerning the land of Jordan * and the | little | hill of | Hermon. 9 One deep calleth another, because of the | noise . of the | water-pipes : all thy waves and | storms are | gone | over me. 10 The Lord hath granted his loving-kindness | in the | day-time : and in the night-season did I sing of him, and made my | prayer un-to the | God of . my | life. 11 I will say unto the God of my strength, Why hast | thou for- | gotten me? : why go I thus heavily, while the | enem-y op- | presseth | me? 12 My bones are smitten asunder | as . with a | sword : while mine enemies that | trouble . me | cast me . in the | teeth; 13 Namely, while they say | daily . unto | me : Where | is | now thy | God? 14 Why art thou so vexed, | O my | soul? : and why art thou | so dis- | quiet-ed with- | in me? 15 O put thy | trust in | God : for I will yet thank him, which is the help of my | counten-ance, | and my | God. 1 Give sentence with me, O God * and defend my cause against the un- | godly | people : O deliver me from the de- | ceitful . and | wicked | man. 2 For thou art the God of my strength; why hast thou | put me | from thee? : and why go I so heavily, while the | enem-y op- | presseth | me? 3 O send out thy light and thy truth, | that they | may lead me : and bring me unto thy holy | hill, and | to thy | dwelling; 4 And that I may go unto the altar of God * even unto the God of my | joy and | gladness : and upon the harp will I give thanks unto | thee, O | God, my | God. 5 Why art thou so heavy, | O my | soul? : and why art thou | so dis- | quiet-ed with- | in me? 6 O put thy | trust in | God : for I will yet give him thanks, which is the help of my | counten-ance, | and my | God. GLORIA Please comment, "like", share or embed. All subscriptions welcome!