Johann Sebastian Bach

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BWV 74
Title He who loves me will keep my commandments
Composed 20th May 1725, Leipzig
Scoring

Choir for 4 voices
Alto solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo

Trumpet I + II + III
Bassdrum
Oboe I + II
Oboe da caccia I + II
Violin solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Movements Choir: He who loves me will keep my commandments
Aria (Soprano): Come, come, my heart to thee is open
Recitative (Alto): Thy dwelling is prepared
Aria (Bass): I go from here and come again unto you
Aria (Tenor): Come, hasten, tune your strings and anthems
Recitative (Bass): There is nought destructible in any who in Christ
Aria (Alto): Nought could me deliver
Chorale: No child of man here on the earth
Category Spiritual Cantata
Event Whitsunday
Author of text Christiane Mariane von Ziegler 1728
Text
Choir:
Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Trumpet I + II + III
Bassdrum
Oboe I + II
Oboe da caccia I + II
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Aria:
Soprano solo
Oboe da caccia
Basso continuo





Recitative:
Alto solo
Basso continuo




Aria: Bass solo
Basso continuo

Aria: Tenor solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo





Recitative: Bass solo
Oboe I + II
Oboe da caccia I + II
Basso continuo

Aria: Alto solo
Oboe I + II
Oboe da caccia I + II
Violin solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Chorale: Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Trumpet
Oboe I + II
Oboe da caccia
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo


He who loves me will keep my commandments,
and my Father, too, will love him,
and we shall unto him come then and make our dwelling with him.






Come, come, my heart to thee is open,
Ah, let it now thy dwelling be!
I do love thee and must be hopeful:
Thy word is now in me fulfilled;
For who thee seeks, fears, loves and honors,
With him the Father is content.
I do not doubt that I am favored
And shall in thee my comfort find.

Thy dwelling is prepared.
Thou hast my heart, to thee alone devoted,
So let me never suffer
That thou shouldst mean from me to part,
For I will never let, ah, never let it happen.

I go from here and come again unto you.
If I had your love, ye would be now rejoicing.

Come, hasten, tune your strings and anthems
In lively and rejoicing song.
Though he now leaves, again he cometh,
The high-exalted Son of God.
But Satan will be now attempting
Thy people to bring condemnation.
He is my obstacle,
My faith is, Lord, in thee.

There is nought destructible in any who in Christ, Lord Jesus, live.




Nought could me deliver
From hell's very shackles
But, Jesus, thy blood.
Thy passion, thy dying
Are mine to inherit:
I'll laugh at hell's wrath.


No child of man here on the earth
Is worthy of this noble gift,
In us there is no merit;
Here nought doth count but love and grace
Which Christ for us hath merited
With sacrifice and healing.

Epistle Acts 2: 1-13
Gospel

John 14: 23-31

Bibletext

John 14:23; John 14:28; Romans 8:1

Manuscript Estate C.Ph.E. Bach

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