Year
2011
Duration
25'
Category
Choir
Premiere
November 6, 2011
Festal Evensong for All Saints' Sunday
Church of the Incarnation, New York, NY
The Incarnation Choir
Dr. Matthew Lewis, organist
Commission
commissioned by Matthew Lewis and The Church of the Incarnation
Texts

Robert Herrick

Parts
#TitleDedicationInstrumentation
1His Creed, I'll Hope No More unaccompanied chorus
2Prelude: To His Sweet Saviourto Matthew Lewisunaccompanied chorus
3Grand Fugue: In The Hour Of My Distress chorus and organ
4Divination by a Daffadillto Matthew Lewissoprano, chorus, organ
5Chorale: Two Graces For Children chorus and organ
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HIS CREED

I do believe, that die I must,
And be return'd from out my dust:
I do believe, that when I rise,
Christ I shall see, with these same eyes:
I do believe, that I must come,
With others, to the dreadfull Doome:
I do believe, the bad must goe
From thence, to everlasting woe:

I do believe, the good, and I,
Shall live with Him eternally:
I do believe, I shall inherit
Heaven, by Christs mercies, not my merit:
I do believe, the One in Three,
And Three in perfect Unitie:
Lastly, that JESUS is a Deed
Of Gift from God: And heres my Creed
I'LL HOPE NO MORE
I'LL HOPE NO MORE
For things that will not come;
And, if they do, they prove but cumbersome;
Wealth brings much woe:
And, since it fortunes so,
'Tis better to be poor,  
Than so t'abound,
As to be drownd,
Or overwhelm'd with store.

Pale care, avant,
I'll learn to be content
With that small stock, Thy bounty gave or lent.
What may conduce
To my most healthful use,
Almighty God, me grant;
But that, or this,
That hurtful is
Deny Thy suppliant.

TO HIS SWEET SAVIOUR
Night hath no wings, to him that cannot sleep;
And Time seems then, not for to flie, but creep;
Slowly her chariot drives, as if that she
Had broke her wheele, or crackt her axeltree.
Just so it is with me, who list'ning, pray
The winds, to blow the tedious night away;
That I might see the cheerfull peeping day. S
ick is my heart; 0 Saviour! do Thou please
To make my bed soft in my sicknesses:
Lighten my candle, so that I beneath
Sleep not for ever in the vaults of death:
Let me Thy voice betimes i' th morning heare;
Call, and Ile come; say Thou, the when, and where
Draw me, but first, and after Thee Ile run,
And make no one stop, till my race be done.

IN THE HOUR OF MY DISTRESS
In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!

When I lie within my bed,
Sick in heart and sick in head,
And with doubts discomforted,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!

When the tapers now burn blue,
And the comforters are few,
And that number more than true,
Sweet Spirit comfort me!

When the Judgment is reveal'd,
And that open'd which was seal'd,
When to Thee I have appeal'd;
Sweet Spirit, comfort me!    

DIVINATION BY A DAFFADILL
When a Daffadill I see,
I hinging down his head t'wards me;
Guesse I may, what I must be:
First, I shall decline my head;
Secondly, I shall be dead;    
Lastly, safely buryed.

TWO GRACES FOR CHILDREN
God! to my little meal and oil
Add but a bit of flesh, to boil:
And Thou my pipkinnet shalt see
Give a wave-offering unto Thee.

Here, a little child, I stand,
Heaving up my either hand:
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on our all.

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