Friday, December 30, 2022
Tuesday, December 20, 2022
I long so much for the words of the prayer that our Lord Jesus taught us: Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven to come true. Now! How long, O Lord? For consolation I listen to Miserere mei (Psalm 50/51) and sing the beautiful Advent hymn, Rorate Caeli to myself all the time and for a truly beautiful polyphonic setting by William Byrd of the first verse (Ne irascaris Domine) listen to Voces8.
|Roráte caéli désuper,|
et núbes plúant jústum.
|Drop down, ye heavens, from above,|
and let the skies pour down righteousness.
Ne irascáris Dómine,
Be not wroth very sore, O Lord,
Peccávimus, et fácti súmus tamquam immúndus nos,
We have sinned, and are as an unclean thing,
Víde Dómine afflictiónem pópuli túi,
Behold, O Lord, the affliction of thy people,
Vos testes mei, dicit Dóminus,
Ye are my witnesses, saith the Lord,
Consolámini, consolámini, pópule méus:
Comfort ye, comfort ye my people;