Johann Sebastian Bach

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BWV 73
Title Lord, as thou wilt, so deal with me
Composed 23rd January 1724, Leipzig
Scoring

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

Movements Choir und Recitativ (Soprano, Tenor, Bass): Lord, as thou wilt, so deal with me
Aria (Tenor): Ah, pour thou yet thy joyful Spirit
Recitative (Bass): Ah, our own will remains perverse,
Aria (Bass): Lord, if thou wilt,
Chorale: This is the Father's purpose
Category Spiritual Cantata
Event 3rd Sunday after Epiphany
Author of text Unknown
Text
Choir and Recitative:
Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Soprano solo, Tenor solo, Bass solo
Horn
Oboe I + II
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo
























Aria:
Tenor solo
Oboe I
Basso continuo


Recitative: Bass solo
Basso continuo





Aria: Bass solo
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo










Chorale: Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass
Horn
Oboe I + II
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo


Choir:
Lord, as thou wilt, so deal with me
In living and in dying!
Tenor: Ah! Ah, alas! How much
Thy will doth let me suffer!
My life hath been misfortune's prey,
For sorrow and dismay
Must plague me all my days,
Nor will yet my distress in dying even leave me.
Choir: Alone for thee is my desire,
Lord, leave me not to perish!
Bass: Thou art my helper, strength and shield,
Who ev'ry mourner's tears dost number,
And dost their confidence,
That fragile reed, no way corrupt;
And since thou me hast chosen,
So speak to me of hope and joy!
Choir: Maintain me only in thy grace,
But as thou wilt, let me forbear,
For thy will is the best will.
Soprano:
Thy will, in truth, is like a book that's sealed,
Which human wisdom cannot read;
Thy grace oft seems to us a curse,
Chastisement, oft a cruel judgment,
The rest which thou hast in our dying slumber
One day ordained,
To hell an introduction.
Thy Spirit, though, our error doth dispel
And show that thy true will doth make us well.
Choir: Lord, as thou wilt!

Ah, pour thou yet thy joyful Spirit
Into my heart!

For often through my spirit's sickness
Both joyfulness and hope would falter
And yield to fear.

Ah, our own will remains perverse,
Now haughty, now afraid, (1.)
With death e'er loathe to reckon.
But men of Christ, through God's own Spirit taught,
Submit themselves to God's true purpose
And say:

Lord, if thou wilt,
Suppress, ye pains of dying,
All sighing in my bosom,
If this my pray'r thou dost approve.
Lord, if thou wilt,
Then lay to rest my body
In dust and ashes lowly,
This most corrupted shape of sin.
Lord, if thou wilt,
Then strike, ye bells of mourning,
I follow quite unfrightened,
My sorrow is forever stilled.

This is the Father's purpose,
Who us created hath;
His Son hath plenteous goodness
Gained for us, and much grace;
And God the Holy Ghost
In faith o'er us yet ruleth,
To heaven's kingdom leadeth.
To him laud, honor, praise!

Epistle

Romans 12: 17-21

Gospel

Matthew 8: 1-13

Bibletext 1. Jeremiah 17:9
Manuscript Estate C.Ph.E. Bach

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