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I. Requiem aeternam | |
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Chorus Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine; et lux perpetua luceat eis.
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Chorus Lord, grant them eternal rest; and let the perpetual light shine apon them.
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Boys Te decet hymnus, Deus in Sion: et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem; exaudi orationem meam, ad te omnis caro veniet.
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Boys Thou shalt have praise in Zion, of God: and homage shall be paid to thee in Jerusalem; hear my prayer, all flesh shall come before Thee.
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Chorus Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine; et lux perpetua luceat eis. |
Chorus Lord, grant them eternal rest; and let the perpetual light shine apon them.
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Tenor What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons No mockeries for them from prayers or bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them at all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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Chorus Kyrie eleison Christe eleison Kyrie eleison
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Chorus Lord, have mercy apon them Christ, have mercy apon them Lord, have mercy apon them
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II. Dies irae | |
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Chorus Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla: Teste David cum Sibylla. Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando Judex est venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus! Tuba mirum spargens sonum Per sepulchra regionum Coget omnes ante thronum. Mors stupebit et natura, Cum resurget creatura, Judicanti responsura. |
Chorus This day, this day of wrath Shall consume the world in ashes, As foretold by David and Sibyl. What trembling there shall be When the judge shall come To weigh everything strictly. The trumpet, scattering its awful sound Across the graves of all lands Summons all before the throne. Death and nature shall be stunned When mankind arises To render account before the judge. |
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Baritone Bugles sang, saddening the evening air; And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear. Voices of boys were by the river-side. Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad. The shadow of the morrow weighed on men. Voices of old despondency resigned, Bowed by the shadow of the morrow, slept. |
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Soprano Liber scriptus proferetur, In quo totum continetur, Unde mundus judicetur. Judex ergo cum sedebit Quidquid latet, apparebut: Nil inultum remanebit. |
Soprano The written book shall be brought In which all is contained Whereby the world shall be judged. When the judge takes his seat All that is hidden shall appear: Nothing will remain unavenged. |
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Chorus Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? Quem patronem rogaturus, Cum vix justus sit securus? |
Chorus What shall I, a wretch, say then? To which protector shall I appeal When even the just man is barely safe? |
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Soprano and Chorus Rex tremendae majestatis, Qui salvandos salvas gratis, Salva me, fons pietatis. |
Soprano and Chorus King of awful majesty, Who freely savest those worthy of salvation, Save me, fount of pity. |
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Tenor and Baritone Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death: Sat down and eaten with him, cool and bland,- Pardoned his spilling mess-tins in our hand. We've sniffed the green thick odour of his breath,- Our eyes wept, but our courage didn't writhe. He's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed Shrapnel. We chorused when he sang aloft; We whistled while he shaved us with his scythe. Oh, Death was never enemy of ours! We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum. No soldier's paid to kick against his powers. We laughed, knowing that better men would come, And greater wars; when each proud fighter brags He wars on Death - for Life; not men - for flags. |
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Chorus Recordare Jesu pie, Quod sum causa tuae viae: Ne me perdas illa die. Quarens me, sedisti lassus: Redemisti crucem passus: Tantus labor non sit cassus: Ingemisco, tamquam reus: Culpa rubet vultus meus: Supplicanti parce Deus. Qui Mariam absolvisti, Et latronem exaudisti, Mihi quoque spem dedisti. Inter oves locum praesta, Et ab haedis me sequestra, Statuens in parte dextra. Confutatis maledictis, Flammis acribus addictis, Voca me cum benedictis. Oro supplex et acclinis Cor contritum quasi cinis Gere curam mei finis. |
Chorus Remember, gentle Jesus, That I am the reason for Thy time on earth, Do not cast me out on that day. Seeking me, Thou didst sink down wearily, Thou hast saved me by enduring the cross, Such travail must not be in vain. I groan, like the sinner that I am, Guilt reddens my face, Oh God spare the supplicant. Thou, who pardoned Mary And heeded the thief, Hast given me hope as well. Give me a place among the sheep And separate me from the goats, Let me stand at Thy right hand. When the damned are cast away And consigned to the searing flames, Call me to be with the blessed. Bowed down in supplication I beg Thee, My heart as though ground to ashes: Help me in my last hour. |
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Baritone Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm, Great gun towering toward Heaven, about to curse; Reach at that arrogance which needs thy harm, And beat it down before its sins grow worse; But when thy spell be cast complete and whole, May God curse thee, and cut thee from our soul! |
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Chorus Dies irae, dies illa, Solvet saeclum in favilla: Teste David cum Sibylla. Quantus tremor est futurus, Quando Judex est venturus, Cuncta stricte discussurus! |
Chorus This day, this day of wrath Shall consume the world in ashes, As foretold by David and Sibyl. What trembling there shall be When the judge shall come To weigh everything strictly. |
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Soprano and Chorus Lacrimosa dies illa, Qua resurget ex favilla, Judicandus homo reus: Huic ergo parce Deus. |
Soprano and Chorus Oh this day full of tears When from the ashes arises Guilty man, to be judges: Oh Lord, have mercy upon him. |
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Tenor Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. |
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Soprano and Chorus Lacrimosa dies illa... |
Soprano and Chorus Oh this day full of tears... |
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Tenor Think how it wakes the seeds - Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs, so dear-acheived, are sides, Full-nerved - still warm - too hard to stir? Was it for this the clay grew tall? |
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Soprano and Chorus ...Qua resurget ex favilla... |
Soprano and Chorus ...When from the ashes arises... |
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Tenor Was it for this the clay grew tall? |
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Soprano and Chorus ...Judicandus homo reus. |
Soprano and Chorus ...Guilty man, to be judged. |
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Tenor - O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all? |
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Chorus Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem. Amen. |
Chorus Gentle Lord Jesus, grant them rest. Amen. |
III. Offertorium | |
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Boys Domine Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae, libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum de poenis inferni, et de profundo lacu: libera eas de ore leonis, ne absorbeat eas tartarus, ne cadant in obscurum. |
Boys Lord Jesus Christ, King of glory, deliver the souls of the faithful departed from the pains of hell, and the bottomless pit: deliver them from the jaw of the lion, lest hell engulf them, lest they be plunged into darkness. |
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Chorus Sed signifer sanctus Michael repraesentet eas in lucem sanctam: Quam olim Abrahae promisisti, et semini ejus. |
Chorus But let the holy standard-bearer Michael lead them into the holy light as Thou didst promise Abraham and his seed. |
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Tenor and Baritone So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for this burnt-offering? Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps, And builded parapets and trenched there, And streched forth the knife to slay his son. When lo! and angel called him out of heaven, Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad, Neither do anything to him. Behold, A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him. But the old man would not so, but slew his son, - And half the seed of Europe, one by one. |
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Boys Hostias et preced tibi Domine laudis offerimus; tu suscipe pro animabus illis, quarum hodie memoriam facimus: fac eas, Domine, de morte transire ad vitam. Quam olim Abrahae promisisti en semini ejus. |
Boys Lord, in praise we offer to Thee sacrifices and prayers, do Thou receive them for the souls of those whom we remember this day: Lord, make them pass from death to life. As Thou didst promise Abraham and his seed. |
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Chorus ...Quam olim Abrahae promisisti et semini ejus. |
Chorus ...As Thou didst promise Abraham and his seed. |
IV. Sanctus |
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Soprano and Chorus Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus Dominus Deus Saboath. Pleni sunt ceoli et terra gloria tua, Hosanna in excelsis. Sanctus. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. Hosanna in excelsis. Sanctus. |
Soprano and Chorus Holy,holy,holy Lord God of hosts. Heaven and earth are full of Thy glory. Hosanna in the highest. Holy. Blessed is he who cometh in the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest. Holy. |
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Baritone After the blast of lighning from the East, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne; After the drums of time have rolled and ceased, And by the bronze west long retreat is blown, Shall life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will He annul, all tears assuage? - Fill the void veins of Life again with youth, And wash, with an immortal water, Age? When I do ask white Age he saith not so: "My head hangs weighed with snow." And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith: "My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death. Mine ancient scars shalls not be glorified, Nor my titanic tears, the sea, be dried." |
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V. Agnus Dei |
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Tenor One ever hangs where shelled roads part. In this war He too lost a limb, But His disciples hide apart; And now the Soldiers bear with Him. |
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Chorus Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem. |
Chorus Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world, grant them rest. |
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Tenor Near Golgatha strolls many a priest, And in their faces there is pride That they were flesh-marked by the Beast By whom the gentle Christ's denied. |
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Chorus Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem. |
Chorus Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world, grant them rest. |
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Tenor The scribes on all the people shove and bawl allegiance to the state, |
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Chorus Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi... |
Chorus Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world... |
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Tenor But they who love the greater love Lay down their life; they do not hate. |
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Chorus ...Dona eis requiem. |
Chorus ...Grant them rest. |
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Tenor Dona nobis pacem. |
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VI. Libera me |
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Chorus Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna, in die illa tremenda: Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra: Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem. |
Chorus Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death in that awful day when the heavens and earth shall be shaken when Thou shalt come to judge the world by fire. |
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Soprano and Chorus Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira. Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna. Quando coeli movendi sunt i terra. Dies illa, dies irae, calamitatis et miseriae, dies magna et amara valde. Libera me, Domine. |
Soprano and Chorus I am seized with fear and trembling, until the trial shall be at hand and the wrath to come. Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death. When the heavens and earth shall be shaken. That day, that day of wrath, of calamity and misery, a great day and exceeding bitter. Deliver me, O Lord. |
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Tenor It seems that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined. Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned, Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred. Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared With piteous recognition in fixed eyes, Lifting distressful hands as if to bless. And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan. "Strange friend," I said, "here is no cause to mourn." |
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Baritone "None", said the other, "save the undone years, The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours, Was my life also; I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world, For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something had been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled. Now men will go content with what we spoiled. Or, discontent, boil boldly, and be spilled. They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress, None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress. Miss we the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled. Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even from wells we sunk too deep for war, Even from the sweetest wells that ever were. I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and cold. Let us sleep now..." |
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Boys, then Chorus, then Soprano In paridisum deducant te Angeli; in tuo adventu suscipiant te Martyres, et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem. Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat, et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam habeas requiem. |
Boys, then Chorus, then Soprano Into Paradise may the Angels lead thee: at thy coming may the Martyrs receive thee, and bring thee into the holy city Jerusalem. May the Choir of Angels receive thee and with Lazarus, once poor, may thou have eternal rest. |
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Boys Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine: et lux perpetua luceat eis. |
Boys Lord, grant them eternal rest, and let the perpetual light shine upon them. |
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Chorus In paradisum deducant etc. |
Chorus Into Paradise, etc. |
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Soprano Chorus Angeloru, te suscipiat etc. |
Soprano May the Choir of Angels, etc. |
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Tenor and Baritone Let us sleep now. |
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Chorus Requiescant in pace. Amen. |
Chorus Let them rest in peace. Amen. |