Anthology Of Sacred Song Alto PDF Download

(Vocal Collection). Contents: Bach: Prepare thyself, Zion * Slumber, beloved, and take thy repose Benedict: Father, whose blessing we entreat * O Thou afflicted Bennett: O Lord, Thou hast searched me out Blumner: My warning heed..Thine, O Saviour, is love unending Costa: Lord, from my bed again I rise * It is a good thing to give thanks..This night I lift my heart to Thee Cowen: Like as a father pitieth his children Dvorak: Within what gloomy depths forest..Thy leading would had not followed Gade: O, with pure devotion * When onward I am gazing Gaul: Eye hath not seen * Now go your ways, my daughters well- beloved..O gracious Lord, cast down Thine eyes * Thou art the guide of our youth Handel: O Judah, Judah! chosen seed!..O Lord, whom we adore * Great Prophetess! my soul's on fire..In the battle, fame pursuing * The smiling hours, a joyful train * Thou shalt bring them in * But who is this? tremendous to behold..Awful, pleasing being, say * Now give the army breath..Heroes, when with glory burning * Father of heav'n! From Thy eternal throne * Behold a virgin shall conceive..O thou that tellest good tidings to Zion * He was despised and rejected * Return, O God of Hosts * O Lord, whose mercies numberless * What tho' I trace each herb and flower * A love like mine, so faithful..When first I saw my lovely maid * Lord, to Thee, each night and day Kiel: He was oppress'd and afflicted sore * For my soul is athirst for God * Turn again to thy rest Mackenzie: Gladness is taken away Marechal: He is dead the child I cherish!..One would say, he reposes Mendelssohn: O rest in the Lord * And he journeyed with companions..But the Lord is mindful of His own Parry: The Lord is long-suffering and merciful Raff: Thrust in Thy sickle, and reap..Great and wonderful are all Thy works * Behold, the House of God is with men Reinthaler: The Lord will not be ever wroth Saint-Saens: Patiently have I waited for the Lord * Thou, O Lord, art my protector Sullivan: The Lord is risen * Love is not the world Vierling: From swarming Highways I now have escaped..Lord, for whom my soul is burning Williams: As Thou wilt, Father.