David Joseph Stith: Missa pro defunctis
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A setting of the Missa pro defunctis, composed by David Joseph Stith and recorded at First Presbyterian Church in Austin, Texas by Wil Oxford with musicians Chelsee Sandaker, Soprano; Jamie Jelinski, Soprano; Christine O'Connor, Mezzo; Jana Louks, Mezzo; Adam Kinsey, Tenor; Jacob Bleything, Tenor; Eric Johnson, Bass; Duane Roth, Bass; Nicholas Goodwin, Flute; Tyler Webster, Clarinet; Patrick Hughes, French Horn; Nathaniel Brickens, Trombone; Martha Carapetyan, Viola; Nora Karakousoglou, ViolonCello; David Joseph Stith, Organ
Dedicated to the victims of COVID-19
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon them.
A hymn becomes you, O God, in Zion,
and to you shall a vow be repaid in Jerusalem.
Hear my prayer;
to you shall all flesh come.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon them.
Lord have mercy;
Christ have mercy;
Lord have mercy.
The day of wrath, that day
Will dissolve the world in ashes
As foretold by David and the sibyl!
How much tremor there will be,
when the judge will come,
investigating everything strictly!
The trumpet, scattering a wondrous sound
through the sepulchres of the regions,
will summon all before the throne.
Death and nature will marvel,
when the creature arises,
to respond to the Judge.
The written book will be brought forth,
in which all is contained,
from which the world shall be judged.
When therefore the judge will sit,
whatever hides will appear:
nothing will remain unpunished.
What am I, miserable, then to say?
Which patron to ask,
when the just may hardly be sure?
King of tremendous majesty,
who freely savest those that have to be saved,
save me, source of mercy.
, merciful Jesus
that I am the cause of thy way:
lest thou lose me in that day
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Seeking me, thou sat tired:
thou redeemed having suffered the Cross:
let not so much hardship be lost.
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Just judge of revenge,
give the gift of remission
before the day of reckoning.
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I sigh, like the guilty one:
my face reddens in guilt:
Spare the supplicating one, God.
Thou who absolved Mary,
and heardest the robber,
gavest hope to me, too.
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My prayers are not worthy:
however, thou, Good, do good,
lest I am burned up by eternal fire.
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Grant me a place among the sheep,
and take me out from among the goats,
setting me on the right side.
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Once the cursed have been rebuked,
sentenced to acrid flames:
Call thou me with the blessed.
I meekly and humbly pray,
heart as crushed as the ashes:
perform the healing of mine end.
Tearful will be that day,
on which from the ashes arises
the guilty man who is to be judged.
Spare him therefore, God.
Merciful Lord Jesus,
grant them rest.
Amen.
Lord Jesus Christ, King of glory,
free the souls of all the faithful departed
from infernal punishment and the deep pit.
Free them from the mouth of the lion;
do not let Tartarus swallow them,
nor let them fall into darkness;
but may the standard-bearer Saint Michael,
lead them into the holy light
which you once promised to Abraham and his seed.
O Lord, we offer You
sacrifices and prayers of praise;
accept them on behalf of those souls
whom we today.
Let them, O Lord, over from death to life,
as you once promised to Abraham and his seed.
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Lord God of Hosts;
Heaven and earth are full of your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.
Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, grant them rest,
Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, grant them rest,
Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world, grant them eternal rest,
May everlasting light shine upon them, O Lord,
with your Saints forever,
for you are kind.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,
and may everlasting light shine upon them;
with your Saints forever,
for you are merciful.
David Joseph Stith
Wil Oxford