Voces Clamantium (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)

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Contributor: Jim Cooke (submitted 2009-05-03).  Score information: A4, 48 pages, 7.24 MB   Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information

Title: Vox Clamantium
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Source of text: Isaiah v, lviii, lxi, lxv, xiii, xvii, xxv, xxxv, xxvi.

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB, with Bass and Sopr. Soloists
Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1903 by Novello and Company, Ltd.
Description: Composed for the Hereford Musical Festival, 1903.

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Original text and translations

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Vox Clamantis in deserto.
Cry aloud, spare not, lift up thy voice like a trumpet.
(Isaiah, lviii.)

Keep silence before me, O islands
And lot the people renew their strength
Let them come near, then let them speak
let them come near to judgment.
(Isaiah xli.)

Adventus populi.
The noise of a multitude in the mountains like as of a great people,
The noise of a tumult of the nations gathered together.
They come from the uttermost parts of the heaven.
Therefore shall all hands be feeble, and every heart of man shah melt, and they shall be dismayed.
For the stars of heaven and the constellations thereof shall not give their light: the sun shall be darkened in his going forth, and the moon shall not cause her light to shine.
Ah ! the uproar of many people ; which roar like the roaring of the Seas : and the rushing of the nations, that rush like the rushing of mighty waters.
(Isaiah xiii. and xvii,)

Vox Prophetae
God looked for judgment, but behold oppression. For righteousness, but behold a cry.
Woe into them that join house to house, that lay field to field, till there be no room.
Woe unto them that tarry late into the night till wine inflame there, and harp and lute and pipe are in their feasts, but they regard not the work of the Lord,
Neither have they considered the operations of his hands.
Woe unto them that draw iniquity with the cords of vanity, and sin as it were with a cart rope.
Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil, which justify the wicked for a reward, and take away tile righteousness of the righteous from him.
As the tongue of fire devoureth the stubble, as the dry grass sinketh down in the flame, so their root shall be as rottenness, and their blossom shall go up as the dust.
(Isaiah V.)

Vox populi.
The Lord is a God of judgement; blessed are all they that wait for him.
(Isaiah xviii.)

Vox consolatoris.
Behold, be sendeth one to bind up the broken-hearted, to comfort those that mourn, and give them a garland for ashes; a garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
The Lord is at stroughold of the poor; a stronghold to the needy in his distress;
A refuge from the storm ; a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is like a storm against the wall.
The light of the moon shall be as the light of the suit; the light of the sun shall be even as the light of seven days, in that day when the Lord bindeth tip the hurt of his people, and healeth the stroke of their wound.
(Isaiah lxi., xxv., xxvi.)

Vox Dei.
I will create a new heaven, and a new earth ; and the voice of weeping shall be heard therein no more, nor the voice of crying.
But an highway shall be there, and it shall be called the way of holiness.
And the redeemed shall walk there, and everlasting joy shall be upon their heads, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
(Isaiah lxv., xxxv.)

O man, look upward where the skies
Are clear, from earth's dark shadows free,
Look where thy hope lies,
If it be well with thee.
The spirit yearns aright,
The body drags her wings,
Yet follow thou the steadfast light
Nor doubt the inner voice that sings
Of truth and love and strong endeavour,
The soul's aspiring faith that leadeth upwards ever.