Johann Sebastian Bach

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BWV 100
Title What God doth, that is rightly done
Composed 1732 - 1735, Leipzig
Scoring

Choir for 4 voices
Sopran solo
Alt solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Horn I + II
Bassdrum
Travers flute
Oboe d`amore
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Movements Choir:What God doth, that is rightly done
Duett (Alto solo, Tenor): What God doth, that is rightly done
Arie (Soprano): What God doth, that is rightly done
Arie (Bass): What God doth, that is rightly done
Arie (Alto): What God doth, that is rightly done
Chorale: What God doth, that is rightly done
Category Spiritual Cantata
Event unknown
Author of text Samuel Rodigast 1674
Text
Choir:
Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Horn I + II
Bassdrum
Travers flute
Oboe d`amore
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Duett:
Alto solo, Tenor solo
Basso continuo






Aria:
Soprano solo
Travers flute
Violoncello
Basso continuo





Aria: Bass solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo





Aria: Alto solo
Oboe d`amore
Violoncello
Violone
Basso continuo




Chorale: Soprano , Alto, Tenor, Bass
Bassdrum
Travers flute
Oboe d`amore
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo


What God doth, that is rightly done,
His will is just forever;
Whatever course he sets my life,
I will trust him with calmness.
He is my God,
Who in distress
Knows well how to support me;
So I yield him all power.

What God doth, that is rightly done,
He will not e'er betray me;
He leads me on the proper path,
So I will find contentment
Within his care
And then forbear,
He shall turn my misfortune,
In his hands rests the outcome.

What God doth, that is rightly done,
He will me well consider;
He doth, my healer, wonders work
And will no poison give me
As healing balm.
God keepeth faith,
I'll make him my foundation
And to his mercy trust me.

What God doth, that is rightly done,
He is my light, my being,
Who me no evil can allow;
I'll be to him committed
In joy and woe!
The time is nigh
When manifest appeareth
How faithful is his favor.

What God doth, that is rightly done;
Though I the cup must savor
Soon, bitter to my maddened sense,
I will yet be not frightened,
For at the last
I will find joy
And sweet hope in my bosom;
And yield shall all my sorrow.

What God doth, that is rightly done,
To that will I be cleaving.
Though out upon the cruel road
Need, death, and suff'ring drive me,
E'en so God will,
All fatherhood,
Within his arms enfold me;
So I yield him all power.

Epistle

Galatians 5: 25 - 6: 10

Gospel

Matthew 6: 23-34

Manuscript Estate C. Ph. E. Bach Singing academy Berlin; Franz Liszt-Highschool Weimar

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