Johann Sebastian Bach

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BWV 77
Title Thou shalt thy God and master cherish
Composed 22nd August 1723, Leipzig
Scoring

Choir for 4 voices
Soprano solo
Alto solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Pulling trumpet
Oboe I + II
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Movements Choir: Thou shalt thy God and master cherish
Recitative (Bass):So must it be
Aria (Soprano): My God, with all my heart I love thee
Recitative (Tenor): Make me as well, my God
Aria (Alto): Ah, there bideth in my loving
Chorale: Lord, through my faith come dwell in me
Category Spiritual Cantata
Event Thirteenth Sunday after Trinity
Author of text Unknown
Text
Choir:
Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Pulling trumpet
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo
(Cantus firmus in Soprano)

Recitative: Bass solo
Basso continuo








Aria:
Soprano solo
Oboe I + II
Basso continuo



Recitative:
Tenor solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo






Arie: Alt solo
Zugtrompete
Basso continuo


Chorale: Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
(Instruments unknown)


Thou shalt thy God and master cherish with all thy bosom,
with all thy spirit, with all thy power and with all thine affection,
as well thy neighbor as thyself.




So must it be!
God would our hearts himself possess completely.
We must the Lord with all our spirit
Elect as he requireth,
And never be content
But when he doth our spirits
Through his own Spirit fire,
For we, of all his grace and kindness,
Are only then completely sure.

My God, with all my heart I love thee,
And all my life depends on thee.
But help me thy great law to fathom
And with love to be so kindled
That I thee evermore may love.

Make me as well, my God, Samaritan in heart
That I may both my neighbor cherish
And be amidst his pain
For his sake also troubled,
That I may never merely pass him by
And him to his distress abandon.
Make me to self-concern contrary,
For then thou shalt one day the life of gladness
That I desire in thy dear mercy grant me.

Ah, there bideth in my loving
Nought but imperfection still!
Though I often may be willing
God's commandments to accomplish,
'Tis beyond my power yet.

Lord, through my faith come dwell in me,
Make it grow ever stronger,
That it be fruitful more and more
And rich in righteous labors;
That it be active in my love,
In gladness and forbearance skilled,
My neighbor ever serving.
Lord Jesus, thou dost make thyself
A model of true loving:
Now grant that I may follow this
And love of neighbor practise,
That I, in ev'ry way I can,
Love, trust, and help to ev'ryone,
As I should wish, may offer.

Epistle

Galatians 3: 15-22

Gospel

Luke 10: 23-37

Bibletext Luke 10:27
Manuscript Singing Academy, Berlin; Universitäty library, Warzawa

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