German conductor and composer Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy (1809-1847). Reproduction of a painting by Eduard Magnus (1799-1872). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy, portrait by Edward Magnus 1846 Deutsch: Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy, Portrait von Edward Magnus 1846 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
1Â Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed, saying,
3Â Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
4 He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.
5Â Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
6Â Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
7 I will declare the decree: the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
8Â Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9Â Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
10Â Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
11 Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
12Â Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
1 Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.
1Â Give ear to my prayer, O God; and hide not thyself from my supplication.
2Â Attend unto me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;
3Â Because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked: for they cast iniquity upon me, and in wrath they hate me.
4Â My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
5Â Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me.
6Â And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
7Â Lo, then would I wander far off, and remain in the wilderness. Selah.
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Music text, paraphrased by William Bartholomew (1793-1867)
Hear my prayer, O God, incline Thine ear!
Thyself from my petition do not hide!
Take heed to me! Hear how in prayer I mourn to Thee!
Without Thee all is dark, I have no guide.
The enemy shouteth, The godless come fast!
Iniquity, hatred upon me they cast!
The wicked oppress me, Ah, where shall I fly?
Perplexed and bewildered, O God, hear my cry!
My heart is sorely pained within my breast,
My soul with deathly terror is oppressed,
Trembling and fearfulness upon me fall,
With horror overhelmed, Lord, hear me call!
O for the wings of a dove!
Far away would I rove!
In the wilderness build me a nest,
And remain there for ever at rest.
Performed by the Schola Cantorum of St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church at Choral Evensong on 20 March 2011. Soprano soloist Sara Botkin. Alastair Stout, organ; Peter Luley, conductor.
George Bartle (boy treble) sings Hear My Prayer with noise reduction June 1992
Performed by the Choir of Ely Cathedral, soloist George Bartle
