Date: 2021 (updated 2023)
Five (now seven!) years on from the original version of my "Drop, drop, slow tears" (see below), here is a major revision of the piece adding an important organ part and expanding the whole piece slightly. I am hoping it now has added drama!
With thanks to members of the Morley College Composition Workshop, and especially to Dr Paul Sarcich, for their input and ideas on this piece.
Links: pdf - mp3 - midi - mxl - sib - sib 6
Links: pdf - mp3 - midi - mxl - sib - sib 6
Scoring: SATB choir a cappella
Date: 2016
A short setting of the classic words of the Jacobean poet Phineas Fletcher. This passionate poem expresses heartfelt regret and penitential remorse for sin. It was most famously set to music as a hymn by Orlando Gibbons and more recently as an anthem by William Walton. This new anthem for SATB choir tries to capture in a more modern way the drama and depth of the words, while retaining a simplicity that enables it to be sung by a church choir. It is particularly suitable for Holy Week services or more generally in Advent and Lent. It might also be sung at Remembrance services.
Links: pdf - mp3 - midi - mxl - sib
Which brought from Heaven
The news and Prince of Peace.
Cease not, wet eyes,
His mercy to entreat;
To cry for vengeance
Sin doth never cease.
In your deep floods
Drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let His eye
See sin, but through my tears.
Date: 2016
A short setting of the classic words of the Jacobean poet Phineas Fletcher. This passionate poem expresses heartfelt regret and penitential remorse for sin. It was most famously set to music as a hymn by Orlando Gibbons and more recently as an anthem by William Walton. This new anthem for SATB choir tries to capture in a more modern way the drama and depth of the words, while retaining a simplicity that enables it to be sung by a church choir. It is particularly suitable for Holy Week services or more generally in Advent and Lent. It might also be sung at Remembrance services.
Links: pdf - mp3 - midi - mxl - sib
Words:
Drop, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feetWhich brought from Heaven
The news and Prince of Peace.
Cease not, wet eyes,
His mercy to entreat;
To cry for vengeance
Sin doth never cease.
In your deep floods
Drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let His eye
See sin, but through my tears.
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