Palestrina: Stabat Mater - Tallis Scholars
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- Palestrina: Stabat Mater
The Tallis Scholars
Peter Phillips
Performed a whole note below written pitch
Live recording at Basilica Santa Maria Maggiore, Rome on 2 February 1994, the 400th anniversary of Palestrina's death.
Score: www.cpdl.org - เพลง
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"It is not known at what period of his career Palestrina came under the influence of St. Philip Neri, but there is every reason to believe it was in early youth. As the saint's penitent and spiritual disciple, he gained that insight into the spirit of the liturgy, which enabled him to set it forth in polyphonic music as it had never before been done. It was his spiritual formation even more than his artistic maturity, which fitted him for the providential part he played in the reform of church music."-New Advent Catholic Encyclopedia
Meraviglioso un genio Palestrina voci angeliche❤❤❤❤❤
Just Heavenly Tones ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Simply heavenly!
Also Music To Your Soul And Mind
Thanks!
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1. Stabat Mater dolorosa Iuxta crucem lacrimosa Dum pendebat Filius.
2. Cuius animam gementem Contristatam et dolentem Pertransivit gladius.
3. O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigeniti!
4. Quae moerebat et dolebat, Pia Mater, dum videbat
Nati poenas incliti.
5. Quis est homo qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret
In tanto supplicio?
6. Quis non posset contristari, Christi Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio?
7. Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Iesum in tormentis, Et flagellis subditum.
8. Vidit suum dulcem natum Moriendo desolatum
Dum emisit spiritum.
9. Eja Mater, fons amoris Me sentire vim doloris Fac, ut tecum lugeam.
10. Fac, ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum Deum Ut sibi complaceam.
11. Sancta Mater, istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas
Cordi meo valide.
12. Tui nati vulnerati, Tam dignati pro me pati, Poenas mecum divide.
13. Fac me tecum, pie, flere, Crucifixo condolere,
Donec ego vixero.
14. Juxta crucem tecum stare, Et me tibi sociare
In planctu desidero.
15. Virgo virginum praeclara, Mihi jam non sis amara
Fac me tecum plangere.
16. Fac, ut portem Christi mortem Passionis fac consortem,
Et plagas recolere.
17. Fac me plagis vulnerari, Fac me cruce inebriari,
Et cruore Filii.
18. Flammis ne urar succensus Per te, Virgo, sim defensus
In die judicii.
19. Fac me cruce custodiri Morte Christi praemuniri Confoveri gratia
20. Quando corpus morietur, Fac, ut animae donetur Paradisi gloria. Amen.
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1. At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping, close to Jesus to the last.
2. Through her soul, of joy bereaved, bowed with anguish, deeply grieved, now at length the sword hath passed.
3. Oh how sad and sore distressed was that mother highly blessed, of the sole-begotten One!
4. Christ above in torment hangs; She beneath beholds the pangs Of her dying glorious Son.
5. Is there one who would not weep, Whelm'd in miseries so deep Christ's dear Mother to behold?
6. Can the human heart refrain From partaking in her pain,
In that Mother's pain untold?
7. Bruis'd, derided, curs'd, defil'd, She beheld her tender child
All with bloody scourges rent.
8. For the sins of His own nation, Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.
9. O thou Mother! fount of love! Touch my spirit from above; Make my heart with thine accord.
10. Make me feel as thou hast felt; Make my soul to glow and melt With the love of Christ our Lord.
11. Holy Mother! pierce me through; In my heart each wound renew
Of my Saviour crucified.
12. Let me share with thee His pain, Who for all my sins was slain,
Who for me in torments died.
13. Let me mingle tears with thee, Mourning Him who mourn'd for me, All the days that I may live.
14. By the cross with thee to stay, There with thee to weep and pray, Is all I ask of thee to give.
15. Virgin of all virgins best, Listen to my fond request Let me share thy grief divine.
16. Let me, to my latest breath, In my body bear the death
Of that dying Son of thine.
17. Wounded with His every wound, Steep my soul till it hath swoon'd
In His very blood away.
18. Be to me, O Virgin, nigh, Lest in flames I burn and die, In His awful Judgment day.
19. Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, Be Thy Mother my defence,
Be Thy cross my victory.
20. While my body here decays, May my soul Thy goodness praise, Safe in Paradise with Thee.
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