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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Helen Charlston
Helen Charlston
Mezzo-Soprano
Sounds Baroque
Sounds Baroque
Ensemble
William Carter
William Carter
Theorbo
Julian Perkins
Julian Perkins
Harpsichord
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Purcell
Henry Purcell
Composer
Nahum Tate
Nahum Tate
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antoni Grzymała
Antoni Grzymała
Recording Engineer
Robert Suff
Robert Suff
Executive Producer
Fabian Frank
Fabian Frank
Immersive Mastering Engineer

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Hymn, ‘Tell me, some pitying angel’
The Blessed Virgin’s Expostulation
Tell me, some pitying angel, quickly say,
Where does my soul’s sweet darling stay,
In tiger’s, or more cruel Herod’s way?
Ah! rather let his little footsteps press
Unregarded through the wilderness,
Where milder savages resort:
The desert’s safer than a tyrant’s court.
Why, fairest object of my love,
Why dost thou from my longing eyes remove?
Was it a waking dream that did foretell
Thy wondrous birth? no vision from above?
Where’s Gabriel now that visited my cell?
I call; he comes not; flatt’ring hopes, farewell.
Me Judah’s daughters once caress’d,
Call’d me of mothers the most bless’d.
Now (fatal change!) of mothers most distress’d.
How shall my soul its motions guide?
How shall I stem the various tide,
Whilst faith and doubt my lab’ring soul divide?
For whilst of thy dear sight beguil’d,
I trust the God, but oh! I fear the child.
Nahum Tate (1652–1715)
Written by: Henry Purcell

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