Hymn to St. Cecilia
Benjamin Britten Lyrics


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Voces8 Like a black swan as death came on Poured forth her…


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Agnus Dei Tenor: One ever hangs where shelled roads part. In this wa…
Dies Irae Chorus: Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla: …
Festival Te Deum We praise thee, O God: we acknowledge thee to be…
Libera Me Chorus: Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna, in die illa t…
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the…
Offertorium Boys: Domine Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae, libera animas omni…



Requiem Aeternam Chorus: Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine; et lux perpetua…
Sanctus Soprano and Chorus: Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus Dominus Deus…


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@MarjorieShalita

Hymn to St. Cecilia (English)

I.
In a garden shady this holy lady
With reverent cadence and subtle psalm,
Like a black swan as death came on
Poured forth her song in perfect calm:
And by ocean's margin this innocent virgin
Constructed an organ to enlarge her prayer,
And notes tremendous from her great engine
Thundered out on the Roman air.

Blonde Aphrodite rose up excited,
Moved to delight by the melody,
White as an orchid she rode quite naked
In an oyster shell on top of the sea;
At sounds so entrancing the angels dancing
Came out of their trance into time again,
And around the wicked in Hell's abysses
The huge flame flickered and eased their pain.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

II.
I cannot grow;
I have no shadow
To run away from,
I only play.

I cannot err;
There is no creature
Whom I belong to,
Whom I could wrong.

I am defeat
When it knows it
Can now do nothing
By suffering.

All you lived through,
Dancing because you
No longer need it
For any deed.

I shall never be Different.
Love me.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.

III.
O ear whose creatures cannot wish to fall,
O calm of spaces unafraid of weight,
Where Sorrow is herself, forgetting all
The gaucheness of her adolescent state,
Where Hope within the altogether strange
From every outworn image is released,
And Dread born whole and normal like a beast
Into a world of truths that never change:
Restore our fallen day; O re-arrange.

O dear white children casual as birds,
Playing among the ruined languages,
So small beside their large confusing words,
So gay against the greater silences
Of dreadful things you did: O hang the head,
Impetuous child with the tremendous brain,
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain,
Lost innocence who wished your lover dead,
Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

O cry created as the bow of sin
Is drawn across our trembling violin.
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain.
O law drummed out by hearts against the still
Long winter of our intellectual will.
That what has been may never be again.
O flute that throbs with the thanksgiving breath
Of convalescents on the shores of death.
O bless the freedom that you never chose.
O trumpets that unguarded children blow
About the fortress of their inner foe.
O wear your tribulation like a rose.

Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions
To all musicians, appear and inspire:
Translated Daughter, come down and startle
Composing mortals with immortal fire.



All comments from YouTube:

@sheilastrachan

Poor Benjamin Britten! He died too soon to hear this absolutely wonderful performance of his work. Thank you so much Voces 8.

@martinvanheusden9832

clarity, warmth, flawless intonation, lyrically intelligent: my god, is this possible?
Yip.

@Mukundanghri

Yes.

@nickgreen1556

I know what you mean, Martin. It stretches credulity in its quality.

@barrymusic27

One of my favorite pieces, by one of my favorite composers, sung by my favorite group. I have heard many performances of this piece, live and on recordings. This reading is far and away the greatest I have heard - both in the interpretation of the music, the clarity of the words and true feeling for the text, and the flawless vocal sound - tuning, blend and balance. This is paradise. Thank you, VOCES8. You make this world a more beautiful place.

@peterhaselden5784

The 1960s King’s version under Willcock’s is right up there

@thesecretorganist

"Weep for the lives your wishes never led"

That line gets me every time.

@danielpincus221

Me, too.

@saetmusic

I am SO glad to finally be able to SEE a performance of this spectacular Britten work by VOCES8! I have listened to the audio of their performance before and been astonished by the flawless intonation and the impeccable precision and clarity of the virtuosic technical and musical challenges Britten wrote. To have this done by only EIGHT voices is one of the foremost accomplishments of any small acappella group. All parts were outstanding, but special kudos to sopranos, Eleonore and especially Andrea, for brilliant work on the high solos!

@actsfittolead

Britten's work is incredible. How difficult it must be to sing it. I believe that I feel changed after listening to this piece. Grateful to have just experienced it and to have got lost in it.

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