Johann Sebastian Bach

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BWV 199
Title My heart is bathed in blood
Composed 12th August 1714, Weimar
Scoring

Soprano solo
Oboe
Violin I + II
Viola
Bassoon
Violone
Basso continuo

Movements Recitative (Soprano): My heart is bathed in blood
Aria (Soprano): Silent sighing, quiet mourning
Recitative (Soprano): But God to me shall gracious be
Aria (Soprano): Deeply bowed and filled with sorrow
Recitative (Soprano): Amidst these pains of grief
Chorale with Viola obligato (Soprano): I, thy sore-troubled child
Recitative (Soprano): I lay myself into these wounds now
Aria (Soprano): How joyful is my heart
Category Spiritual Cantata
Event Eleventh Sunday after Trinity
Author of text Georg Christian Lehms 1711, Johann Heerman 1630
Text
Recitative:
Soprano solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Bassoon
Violone
Basso continuo













Aria: Soprano solo
Oboe solo
Violone
Basso continuo






Recitative: Soprano solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Bassoon
Violone
Basso continuo


Aria: Soprano solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Bassoon
Violone
Basso continuo

Recitative: Soprano solo
Violone
Basso continuo

Chorale with Viola obligato: Soprano solo
Viola solo
Violone
Basso continuo



Recitative: Soprano solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Bassoon
Violone
Basso continuo

Aria: Soprano solo
Oboe
Violin I + II
Viola
Bassoon
Violone
Basso continuo


My heart is bathed in blood,
For now my sins' great brood
Within God's holy vision
A monster makes of me.
And now my conscience feels the pain:
For me my sins can nought
But hell's own hangmen be.
O hated night of sin!
Thou, thou alone
Hast brought me into such distress;
And thou, thou wicked seed of Adam,
Dost rob my soul of all its peace
And shuts to it the heav'nly gate!
Ah! What unheard-of pain!
My dried and wasted heart
Will after this no comfort moisten,
And I must hide myself before him
Before whom very angels must conceal their faces.

Silent sighing, quiet mourning,
Ye may all my pains be telling,
For my mouth is tightly closed.
And ye humid springs of weeping
Could a certain witness offer
To my sinful heart's remorse.
My heart is now a well of tears,
My eyes are heated sources.
Ah God! Who will give thee then satisfaction?

But God to me shall gracious be,
For I my head with ashes,
My countenance with tears am bathing,
My heart in grief and pain am beating
And filled with sadness say now:
God be this sinner gracious!
Ah yes! His heart shall break
And my own soul shall say:

Deeply bowed and filled with sorrow
I lie, dearest God, 'fore thee.
I acknowledge all my guilt,
But have patience still with me,
Have thou patience still with me!

Amidst these pains of grief
To me comes now this hopeful word:


I, thy sore-troubled child,
Cast ev'ry sin of mine,
All ye which hide within me
And me so fiercely frighten,
Into thine own deep wounds now,
Where I've e'er found salvation.

I lay myself into these wounds now
As though upon a very crag;
They shall be now my resting place.
Upon them will I firm in faith be soaring,
In them content and happy singing:


How joyful is my heart,
For God is reconciled
And for my grief and pain
No more shall me from bliss
Nor from his heart exclude.

Epistle

1 Corinthians 15: 1-10

Gospel

Luke 18: 9-14

Manuscript Royal library , Cøpenhavn; Estate C.Ph.E. Bach; Society for Music friends, Wien

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