Johann Sebastian Bach

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BWV 130
Title Lord God, we praise thee ev'ry one
Composed 29th September 1724, Leipzig
Scoring

Choir for 4 voices
Soprano solo
Alto solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Trumpet I + II + III
Bassdrum
Travers flute
Oboe I + II + III
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

Movements Choir: Lord God, we praise thee ev'ry one
Recitative (Alto): Their radiance and lofty wisdom show
Aria (Bass): The ancient serpent burns with spite
Recitative (Soprano): Well though for us that day and night
Aria (Tenor): Let, O Prince of holy Cherubs
Chorale: For this we give thee willing praise
Category Spiritual Cantata
Event St. Michael and all Angels
Author of text Unknown
Text
Choir:
Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Trumpet I + II + III
Bassdrum

Oboe I + II + III
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

(Cantus firmus in soprano)

Recitative: Alto solo
Basso continuo









Aria: Bass solo
Trumpet I + II + III
Bassdrum

Basso continuo



Recitative: Soprano solo, Tenor solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo








Aria: Tenor solo
Travers flute
Basso continuo




Chorale: Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Trumpet I + II + III
Bassdrum

Oboe I + II + III
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo


Lord God, we praise thee ev'ry one
And shall give willing thanks to thee
For this thy work, the angels, now,
Which round thee flock about thy throne.





Their radiance and lofty wisdom show
How God doth to us mortals bend,
Who such defenders, such great armor
For us hath fashioned.
In praising him they take no rest;
Their whole endeavor hath but one intent,
That they, Lord Christ, round thee be
And round thy wretched company:
How needed is indeed this care
Midst Satan's rage and might?

The ancient serpent burns with spite,
Contriving e'er to bring new pain,
To bring our little band division.

He seeks to crush what God doth own,
And ply deceit,
For he no rest or slumber knoweth.

Well though for us that day and night
The host of angels watch,
That Satan's onslaught might be broken!
A Daniel who amidst the lions sits (1.)
Doth learn how him the hand of angels guards.
As once the coals
In Babel's furnace did no injury,
So let the faithful raise their thankful voices, (2.)
That still in danger's midst
E'en now the angels' help comes forth.

Let, O Prince of holy Cherubs,
This heroic lofty throng
Evermore
O'er thy faithful flock be tending.

That they on Elijah's chariot
Them to thee in heaven carry.

For this we give thee willing praise
And give thee thanks, God, evermore,
Just as thine own dear angel host
Thee laud today and ever shall.
And ask that thou shouldst ever wish
To order them to be prepared
To shelter this thy tiny flock,
Which keeps thy sacred word intact.

Epistle

Revelations 12: 7-12

Gospel

Matthew 18: 1-11

Bibletext 1. Daniel 6:16; 2. Daniel 3
Manuscript Paris; Edinburgh; London, Chur; Cambrigde; Havard University, Houghton, Archives Royales Papiers Reine Elisabeth, Brussels; Art Collection Veste, Coburg; British Museum, London; Library of Society of Musicfriends Vienna; Bibliotheca Bodmeriana, Geneva Bachmuseum Eisenach; University library Frankfort/Main; Singing Academy Berlin; Universit y library Warzawa; Estate Hermann Nägeli, Central library, Zurich

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