Benjamin Britten
How blest are shepherds
How blest are shepherds, How happy their lasses While drums and trumpets are sound alarms.
In the black dismal dungeon of despair
In the black dismal dungeon of despair, Pined with tormenting care, Wrack’d with my fears, Drown’d in my tears, With dreadful expectation of my doom And certain horrid judgement soon to come: Lord, here I lie …
Alleluia
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia … believed to be by John Weldon (1676-1736), not Henry Purcell
A Morning Hymn
Thou wakeful Shepherd, that does Israel keep, Raised by thy goodness from the bed of sleep, To thee I offer up this Hymn …