Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sixteen
Ensemble
Ben Davies
Bass
Harry Christophers
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Purcell
Composer
Texty
Thy genius, lo! from his sweet bed of rest,
Adorned with jasmine, and with roses dressed
The power divine has raised to stop thy fate,
A true repentance never comes too late:
So soon as born, she made herself a shroud,
The fleecy mantle of a weeping cloud,
And swift as thought her airy journey took
Her hand heaven's azure gate with trembling struck,
The stars did with amazement on her look
She told thy story in so sad a tone,
The angels start from bliss and gave a groan.
But Charles beware, oh! dally not with heaven.
For after this no pardon shall be given.
Written by: Henry Purcell