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Robin Milford Evening

Categories
Cantatas, Evening Service
Instrument(s)
Keyboard [organ/piano]
Voicing
SATB, Solo(s)
Original Publication
Sewanee Composer's Project - Vol. 16
Difficulty
Moderate
Suggested Uses(s)
Description

Evening cantata for baritone solo, SATB choir (with brief divisi), and organ.  Features the Welsh tune Ar Hyd Y Nos and the Tallis Canon (Eighth Tune). Texts by George Herbert.

The day is spent and hath his will on me,
I and the Sun have run our races;
I went the slower, yet more paces, for I decay, not he.
Lord, make my losses up and set me free,
I who cannot now by day look on his daring brightness,
May shine then more bright than he.

O let my soul, whose keys I must deliver
Into the hands of senseless dreams
Which know not Thee
Draw in thy beams and wake
and with thee forever.

Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
Such a way as gives us breath;
Such a truth as ends all strife,
Such a life as killeth death.

Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength:
Such a light as shows a feast,
Such a feast as mends in length,
Such a strength as makes his guest.

Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
Such a joy as none can move,
Such a love as none can part,
Such a heart as joys in love.

SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky—
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.
 
Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
Thy root is ever in its grave.
And thou must die.     
 
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie,
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
 
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like season'd timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal,
Then chiefly lives.

All praise to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light!
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own almighty wings.

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done,
That with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

O may my soul on Thee repose,
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.

O when shall I, in endless day,
For ever chase dark sleep away,
And hymns divine with angels sing,
All praise to thee, eternal King?

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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P.O. Box 249
Tryon, North Carolina 28782
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