Zangteksten concert grote kerk 22 augustus 2026
1. When I am laid in earth
When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;
Remember me, remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
2. Ah, Belinda, I am pressed
Ah! Belinda,
I am pressed with torment not to be confessed.
Peace and I are strangers grown.
I languish till my grief is known
Yet would not have it guessed.
3. Lament
Feeling all the grief and sorrow
We live life with shadows in our hearts and minds,
with tears that wait to fall when sorrow in the world is more than we can truly bear.
We hear the cries of children,
we see death cast shadows on their hearts and minds,
as mothers in their grief stand crying,
weeping, weeping, crying, crying,
weeping, weeping for this world.
On our bed of thorns such sorrow must surely end,
our tears can wash away the sins of the world, no more crying, weeping, weeping, crying, crying, weeping, weeping in this world, this world.
4. Speak, music!
Speak, speak, music, and bring to me
Fancies too fleet for me,
Sweetness too sweet for me,
Wake, wake, voices, and sing to me,
Sing to me tenderly; bid me rest.
Rest, rest! ah, I am fain of it!
Die, Hope! small was my gain of it!
Song, song take thy parable,
Whisper, whisper that all is well,
Say, say that there tarrieth
Something, something more true than death,
Waiting to smile for me; bright and blest.
Thrill, thrill, string: echo and play for me
All, all that the poet, the priest cannot say for me;
Soar, voice, soar, heavenwards, and pray for me,
Wondering, wandering; bid me rest.
5. Down, by the sally gardens
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
6. Music, when soft voices die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
7. Deep river
Deep river,
My home is over Jordan.
Deep river, Lord,
I want to cross over into campground.
Oh, don’t you want to go,
To the Gospel feast;
That Promised Land,
Where all is peace?
Oh, deep river, Lord,
I want to cross over into campground.
8. How beautiful are the feet of them
How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace
How beautiful are the feet
How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace
How beautiful are the feet of them
That preach the gospel of peace
And bring glad tidings
And bring glad tidings
Glad tidings of good things
And bring glad tidings
Glad tidings of good things
And bring glad tidings
Glad tidings of good things!
Glad tidings of good things!
Jurjan Lipke 