BWV 199 “Mein Herze schwimmt im Blut” Recitative
My heart swims in blood, since the offspring of my sins in the holy eyes of God
make me a monster. And now my conscience feels pain: for me my sins can be nothing
but the hangmen of hell. O hated night of depravity!
You, you alone have brought me into such misery;
and you, you evil seed of Adam, you rob my soul of all rest and close off heaven to it!
Ah! Unheard-of pain! My desiccated heart no comfort will ever moisten again,
and I must hide myself before Him before whom even the angels cover their faces.
Nginani Na (Traditional South African)
What do I have? Why am I so sick?
BWV 199 – Aria
Mute sighs, silent cries, you may tell my sorrows, for my mouth is shut.
Weep No More
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes! For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies, — Shed no tear.
Be Not Afraid
(Isaiah 41:10, 43:1)
Be not afraid, I am with, I am with thee; tremble not for I am thy God.
I strengthen thee for I am thy help
I uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.
By redemption thou art saved, you are mine.
Fear not, you are called and named.
Dead of Winter
Standing in the dark outside the house, Breathing in the cold and sterile air
Well i was thinking how it must feel to see that little light
And watch it as it disappears and fades into the night
So i know you’re going pretty soon, Radiation sore throat got your tongue
Magic markers tattoo you and show it where to aim
And strangers break their promises, You won’t feel any pain
And the streets are jammed with cars, Rockin’ their horns
To race to the wire, Of the unfinished line
Thought that i’d forget all about the past, But it doesn’t let me run too fast
And i just wanna stand outside and know that this is right
And this is true and i will not, Fade into the night
Standing here in the dark
BWV 199 – Recitative and Aria
But God must be gracious to me, for I cover my head with ashes, and bathe my face with tears;
I beat my heart in regret and sorrow and full of despair say: God be gracious to me, a sinner!
Ah yes! His heart is breaking and my soul says: // Deeply bowed and filled with regret
I lie, dearest God, before you.
When you try your best, but you don’t succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can’t sleep, Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home – And ignite your bones – And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes.
mother mary, full of grace, awaken all our homes are gone, our loved ones taken by the sea
mother mary, calm our fears, have mercy drowning in a sea of tears, have mercy hear our mournful plea
our world has been shaken we wander our homelands forsaken
in the dark night of the soul bring some comfort to us all oh mother mary come and carry us in your embrace that our sorrows may be faced mary, fill the glass to overflowing illuminate the path where we are going have mercy on us all in funeral fires burning each flame to your mystery returning
in the dark night of the soul your shattered dreamers, make them whole, oh mother mary find us where we’ve fallen out of grace lead us to a higher place
in the dark night of the soul our broken hearts you can make whole
oh mother mary come and carry us in your embrace
Dark Night of the Soul
(St. John of the Cross, 1542-1591)
Dark night, one dark night fired with love’s urgent longings.
The sheer grace! I went out unseen, my house being now all stilled.
In darkness and secure, by the secret ladder, disguised,
in darkness and concealment, my house being now all stilled.
On that glad night, in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything, with no other light or guide than the one that burned in my heart.
Run, Children, Run
‘cuz I got a right to the tree of life.
BWV 199 – Recitative and Chorale
Amidst these pains of grief To me comes now this hopeful word:
I, Your troubled child, cast all my sins, as many as hide within me
and frighten me so greatly, into Your deep wounds, where I have always found salvation.
Geistliches Lied, Op.30
Do not be sorrowful or regretful; Be calm, as God has ordained, and thus my will shall be content.
What do you want to worry about from day to day? There is One who stands above all
who gives you, too, what is yours. Only be steadfast in all you do, stand firm; what God has decided,
that is and must be the best. Amen
The Rain is Over and Gone
(based on the “Song of Songs”)
The Rain is over and gone, The winter is passing by,
The time of singing is come, The clouds have parted from the sky.
Arise, my love, and come away, For lo! the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone, my love, come away, may fair one, come away.
We will rise and go to the city, The city without any walls,
Where we can live in freedom, To the new Jerusalem we’re called.
Sing of life and love and laughter, Sing of freedom to live in peace,
And there shall be no more crying, Only joys that never cease.
Arise, my love, my fair one, For lo! the winter is past,
The flowers appear on the earth again, The time of singing has come.
The 23rd Psalm (Dedicated to my mother)
The Lord is my Shepard, I have all I need, She makes me lie down in green meadows,
Beside the still waters, She will lead. She restores my soul, She rights my wrongs,
She leads me in a path of good things, And fills my heart with songs.
Even though I walk, through a dark and dreary land, There is nothing that can shake me,
She has said She won’t forsake me, I’m in her hand. She sets a table before me, in the presence of my foes, She anoints my head with oil, And my cup overflows.
Surely, surely goodness and kindness will follow me,
All the days of my life, And I will live in her house,
Forever, forever and ever. Glory be to our Mother, and Daughter, And to the Holy of Holies,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, World, without end. Amen
BWV 199 – Recitative and Aria
I lay myself on these wounds
as though upon a true rock;
they shall be my resting place.
Upon them will I soar in faith
and therefore contented and happily sing:
How joyful is my heart,
for God is appeased
and for my regret and sorrow
no longer from bliss
nor from His heart excludes me.
Dark clouds hide the sun. Rain comes down and the rivers run.
Rivers run down to the sea, and when you’ve got your liberty, don’t you want to sail away?
Sail away ladies, sail. It’s time to go. You build a boat. Don’t let it float away from you.
There’s a place to go. How do you know the wind will blow behind you?
Breathe on me, day!
(Dr. Robert J. Smithdas)
Breathe on me, day, Scatter the clinging shadows of my soul.
Drive them away like clouds from this green earth that thirsts for sun.
Breathe on me, day
When they are gone bring all that’s true, bring all that’s good, bring all that’s beautiful
Pierce through the broken shadows of my soul
with such a ray of happiness that I will never know how sorrows grow.
Breathe on me, day!