Anthology of Sacred Song - Alto

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-Saëns: 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.