04. November 2012 · Comments Off on Sunday Evening Music · Categories: Sunday @ Noon Music

Mikhail Ippolitov-Ivanov, arr. by Chesnokov: Blagoslovi, dushe moia, Gospoda
Norsemen of Luther College

Bless the Lord, O my soul.
Blessed art Thou, O Lord.
O Lord, my God, Thou art very great.
In wisdom hast Thou made all things,
Glory to Thee, O Lord, who hast created all.

04. November 2012 · Comments Off on Sunday @ Noon · Categories: Ramble

Psalm 17 from the Genevan Psalter
Ernst Stolz, instruments

Psalm 17

William Helder © 1980, 2004

LORD, hear me plead a righteous cause;
With blameless lips I come before You
And with my bitter cries implore You
To rescue one who loves Your laws.
LORD, silence every accusation
Of those who in my harm delight
And fix Your eyes on what is right.
I look to You for vindication.

If in the night You probe my mind
And test my inner thoughts and feelings,
All that my heart may be concealing,
You will in me no evil find.
My mouth does not commit transgression.
As for the works of wicked men,
Your word has kept me far from sin,
From ways of violent oppression.

Your paths I took to travel by,
And never did I slip or waver.
I call on You, I seek Your favor,
For You will answer from on high.
LORD, show Your mercy never-ending
And hear my prayer from heaven above.
Display the wonders of Your love,
O shield of those on You depending.

LORD, as the apple of Your eye
Protect me; with Your care provide me.
Beneath Your wings, O Savior, hide me:
My deadly foes in ambush lie.
They close their hearts to all compassion
And utter boastful vanity.
They track me down, surrounding me
To make me yield to their oppression.

They like a lion crave their prey;
Me they are seeking to devour.
Rise up, O LORD! Show them Your power
And with Your hand snatch me away.
Save me from those whose only pleasure
Is this lifeís portion, nothing more.
O gorge them with the wealth they store
And let their offspring share such treasure.

But I, when I awake, shall see
Your face in righteousness and glory.
LORD, with Your likeness then before me,
How rich and full my joy shall be.

Antonio Lotti: Crucifixus
The Byrd Ensemble