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A Quiet Conscience

Songs from the 17th Century
Campion, Byrd, Bartlet, Purcell, Croft, J.Clarke

Connor Burrowes - Treble
John Scott - Organ
David Miller - Lute&Theorbo
 
Programme devised by John Scott & Maurice Bevan


Contents:

1. Miserere, my maker Anon (C. 1600) [4.40]
2. Author of light Thomas Campion (1567-1620) [2.34]
3. Never weather-beaten sail Thomas Campion                         Sound Clip [2.14]
4. Fantasia in D (Organ solo) William Byrd (1543-1623) [4.52]
5. O Lord, thy faithfulness and praise John Bartlet (fl. 1606-1610) [1.22]
6. If I could shut the gate John Danyel (1564-1626) [5.37]
7. Wilt thou forgive the sin where I begun? John Hilton (1599-1657) [2.58]
8. Alma (Lute solo) Robert Johnson (1583-1633) [1.24]
9. Galliard (Lute solo) Robert Johnson [2.04]
10. Upon a Quiet Conscience John Playford (1623-1686)            Sound Clip [2.47]
11. A Hymn to God the Father Pelham Humfrey (1647-1674) [3.07]
12. Blest be those sweet regions Jeremiah Clarke (1674-1707)          [4.36]
13. O God forever blest John Church (1675-1741) [6.03]
14. A Morning Hymn Henry Purcell (1659-1695) [3.01]
15. Voluntary in G (Organ solo) Henry Purcell [3.00]
16. An Evening Hymn Jeremiah Clarke [2.34]
17. King of all joys John Church [2.40]
18. A Hymn on Divine Music William Croft (1678-1727) [5.37]
19. An Evening Hymn Henry Purcell [4.02]

DDD Total time = 66.34 - Recorded at St. Jude-on-the-Hill, Hampstead, London


Jenevora Williams and Connor Burrows worked closely together on the repertoire for this recording


Programme Notes:

A great deal of religious verse was written by English poets during the 17th century, much of which was set to music by the composers of the day. These musical settings became very popular, especially towards the latter part of the century. They were not intended for performance in church, but were designed rather for domestic music making. Several collections were published, the largest and best known being Henry Playford's Harmonia Sacra, published in two parts in 1688 and 1693 and reprinted several times up to 1726. Most of the songs in this collection were written for one or two voices with a Basso Continuo. The accompaniment would have been supplied by whatever domestic musical instruments were available: chamber organ, harpsichord, theorbo and bass viol. Performances with voice and bass viol only were also envisaged by the composers.

Earlier in the century, sacred songs for voice and lute were frequently to be found amongst the many published collections of the English school of lutenists. Thomas Campion's First Book of Airs, published in about 1613, consisted almost entirely of sacred texts. Lute songs, as distinct from songs with continuo, had a fully notated accompaniment in lute tablature. Many of them also had additional voice parts, so that the songs could be performed in a variety of ways. Campion writes in his preface to his First Book of Airs : These Ayres were for the most part framed at first for one voyce with Lute, or Violl, but upon occasion, they have been filled with more parts, which who so please may use, who like not may leave.

Most of the texts of the Lute songs are anonymous, though Campion, doctor, poet and musician, wrote his own words. Many of the poets of Divine Hymns were clerics, such as George Herbert, John Donne, Dean of St Paul's and William Fuller, Bishop of Lincoln.

The use of a boy's treble voice in these songs is appropriate to the period. Not only were boys' voices used in cathedral and collegiate church choirs, but also in the theatre. It is more than likely that learning to sing, and sing at sight, would have been a normal part of a young boy's education. Samuel Pepys expresses his delight when, in 1664, he takes into his household a young ex-chorister of the Chapel Royal, Tom Edwards : All the afternoon my wife and I above, and then the boy and I to singing of psalms, and then came in Mr Hill and he sung with us a while; and he being gone, the boy and I again to singing of Mr Porter's mottets, and it is a great joy to me that I am come to this condition, to maintain a person in this house able to give me such pleasure as this boy doth by his thorough understand of music.

Vocal Pieces

The music recorded here gives a selection of sacred songs for solo voice covering the whole of the 17th century and the first few years of the 18th. The first song, Miserere, my maker is an anonymous setting for voice and lute taken from Francis Turpyn's Book of Lute-Songs, a manuscript collection in the library of King's College, Cambridge, dating from around 1615. This is a strophic song with a remarkable descending chromatic passage at the end of each verse, with the singer's agonized cry of 'Miserere, miserere, I am dying'.

The two Campion songs both come from his undated First Book of Airs. Since the last song in the book is a lament on the death of Prince Henry, the eldest son of James I, the date could not be earlier than 1613.

Nothing is known of John Bartlet's life, but since his Book of Ayres, published in 1606, was dedicated to the Earl of Hertford, formerly Sir Edward Seymour, it may be assumed that he was employed in that household as resident musician. O Lord, thy faithfulness is the first song in the book as well as being the only one with a sacred text.

John Danyel was lute teacher to Anne, the daughter of Sir William Grene of Milton Knight. His brother, Samuel Danyel, was court poet. Thomas Tomkins dedicated his madrigal O let me die for true love to Danyel. The first part of this madrigal, O let me live for true love, was dedicated to John Dowland. This bracketing of Danyel with Dowland shows in what high esteem he must have been held in his day. The song If I could shut the gate comes from his one published volume, Songs for the Lute Viol and Voice, 1606, which is dedicated to the above named Anne Grene.

With John Hilton we move away from the lutenists to the early days of the songs with basso continuo. It is interesting to compare this early setting of John Donne's wonderful poem with the later one by Pelham Humfrey. Hilton's is a simple strophic setting; it was probably the one known to Donne himself and which, it is said, he often caused to be sung by the choristers of St Paul's, especially at evensong. It is appropriate that it should be sung in this recording by an ex-chorister of St Paul's. The setting of Donne's words by Pelham Humfrey has an austere beauty and expressive intensity that is far removed from the simplicity of Hilton's setting.

Some of the earliest Divine Hymns come from the pen of the music publisher, John Playford. In his Psalms and Hymns, 1671, he included six of his own compositions as a sort of addendum to the Psalm settings. Amongst these is a song entitled Upon a Quiet Conscience. It is a setting of Francis Quarles's poem, Close thine eyes and sleep secure. Again, it is interesting to compare this with Purcell's setting (for two voices) of the same words, which appeared in Harmonia Sacra Book 1 in 1688, where the authorship of the poem was comically misattributed to Charles I. Once again, Purcell's setting has more intensity, but Playford's has an endearing simplicity.

John Church was Master of the Choristers at Westminster Abbey and a Gentleman of the chapel Royal. His Divine Hymn, O God for ever blest is in effect a cantata, with the tempo and mood changing at the behest of the text. It did not appear in print until the second edition of Harmonia Sacra in 1703, by which time it may have sounded a little old fashioned. It is, however, a piece of great dramatic power, in contrast to the simple but beautiful King of all Joys by the same composer; this originally appeared in The Divine Companion, a collection published in 1701.

The two examples by Purcell, from Harmonia Sacra Book 1, are both settings of words by William Fuller, Bishop of Lincoln, though Purcell made substantial alterations to the original text when setting the Morning Hymn, making it considerably more penitential than Fuller's original. The Evening Hymn, built on a simple descending ground bass, is one of the most strikingly beautiful pieces to come from the pen of this amazing composer. The subtle interplay between the vocal part and the ground bass, the key changes in the middle of the song and the treatment of the gentle 'Hallelujahs' all combine to make this a masterpiece.

Jeremiah Clarke's Blest be those sweet regions and William Croft's A Hymn on Divine Music appeared together in 1700 under the title of Two Divine Hymns, being a Suppliment to the second Book of Harmonia Sacra. They were both incorporated into the second book of Harmonia Sacra in its subsequent reprints. The Clarke song illustrates the influence of Italian vocal music. Two arioso passages, with typically Italianiate bass lines, frame a seductive triple time aria, more Handelian than Purcellian. The Croft is elegant and melodious, but already moving towards the changes which would take place with the advent of Handel. The text of the Hymn on Divine Music comes from part of an elegy On the death of the late famous Mr Henry Purcell .... by 'R.G.', printed in Orpheus Britannicus Book II. Jeremiah Clarke's beautiful little Evening Hymn is a simple strophic song from The Divine Companion. It has since found its way into most hymn books as the tune 'Uffingham'.

Instrumental Pieces

William Byrd's Fantasia in D minor is probably a late composition and is in a more concise form than his earlier long and elaborate fantasias. He included it in his manuscript collection of keyboard pieces known as My Ladye Nevell's Booke, dated 1591. It is interesting that he omitted the earlier fantasias when making this compilation of his keyboard works.

The late Sir Jack Westrup did not entertain a very high opinion of Purcell's organ music. In his book on Purcell he only mentions it in passing as being of no particular merit. There are, in fact, only six pieces extant, some of which are of doubtful authenticity. For someone who was organist of Westminster Abbey and the Chapel Royal this small output of organ music would seem strange, but it is probable that Purcell improvised his organ voluntaries and saw little reason to preserve them in writing. The voluntary in G follows the traditional form of the English voluntary; a slow opening is followed by a faster, fugal canzona movement. Ralph Downes described it as '.... a little gem of its kind'.

Robert Johnson was lutenist successively to James I and Charles I from 1604 until his death in 1633. In 1628 he was appointed composer for the lute and voice. From 1607 onwards he was closely involved with the theatre and wrote songs for the plays of Shakespeare and Beaumont and Fletcher, as well as being associated with Ben Jonson in the production of court masques. His pieces for lute are spread over a variety of different sources, emphasising the reputation he must have enjoyed among his contemporaries. Only about twenty of them have survived, but their value is considerable.

The Alman and Galliard recorded here have no particular connection with each other, save that they both appear in the same manuscript volume of lute pieces in the British Library, known as the 'M.L.' Lute Book (referring to the initials at the front), dating from 1615. Both pieces appear in several other manuscripts. The Alman is also known as The Prince's Alman and may have been written for Prince Henry, the eldest son of James I, who died in 1612.

In 1611 Johnson had been appointed one of Prince Henry's musicians in his private chapel. The prince was a greatly respected and loved patron of the arts, and his early death was much lamented. The Alman is in two sections, which are both repeated with delicate ornamentation. The Galliard in D minor, one of only two surviving by Johnson, is in the usual form of three repeated sections, each repeat being copiously and tastefully ornamented.                              Maurice Bevan: November 1996

Words

1. Miserere My Maker
Miserere My Maker, O have mercy on me wretch
strangely distressed, cast down with sin oppressed.
Mightily vexed to the soul's bitter anguish,
e'en to the death I languish.
Yet let it please Thee, to hear my ceaseless crying:
Miserere, I am dying.

Miserere My Saviour, I alas am for my sins,
fearfully grieved and cannot be relieved.
But by Thy death which Thou didst suffer for me
wherefore I adore Thee.
And do beseech Thee to hear my ceaseless crying:
Miserere, I am dying.

Holy Spirit Miserere, comfort my distressed soul
grieved for youth's folly; purge, cleanse and make it holy.
With Thy sweet due of grace and peace inspire me
Holy I desire Thee.
And strengthen me now, in this my ceaseless crying:
Miserere, I am dying.

2. Author of light
Author of light, revive my dying sprite.
Redeem it from the snares of all confounding night.
Lord, light me to thy blessed way.
For blind with worldly vain desires, I wander as a stray.
Sun and moon, stars and underlights I see
but all their glorious beams are mists and darkness being compared to thee.

Fountain of health, my soul's deep wounds recure.
Sweet showers of pity rain, wash my uncleanness pure.
One drop of thy desired grace
the faint and fading heart can raise, and in joy's bosom place.
Sin and death, hell and tempting fiends may rage;
but God his own will guard, and their sharp pains and grief in time assuage.

3. Never weather-beaten sail
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more
Than my weary sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast.
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest.

Ever blooming are the joys of Heaven's high Paradise.
Cold age deafs not there our ears, nor vapour dims our eyes.
Glory there the sun outshines whose beams the blessed only see.
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to thee.

5. O lord, thy faithfulness and praise
O Lord thy faithfulness and praise
I will with viol sing.
My harp shall sound thy laud and praise
O Israel's holy King.
My mouth will joy with pleasant voice
when I shall sing to thee;
and eke my soul will much rejoice
for thou hast made me free.

6. If I could shut the gate
If I could shut the gate against my thoughts and keep out sorrow from this room within;
or memory could cancel all the notes of my misdeeds, and I unthink my sin.
How free, how clear, how clean my soul should lie,discharged of such a loathsome company.

Or were there other rooms without my heart that did not to my conscience join so near;
where I might lodge the thoughts of sin apart that I might not their clamorous crying hear.
What peace, what joy, what ease should I possess, freed from their horrors that my soul oppress.

But O my Saviour, who my refuge art, let thy dear mercies stand 'twixt them and me;
and be the wall to separate my heart so that I may at length repose me free.
That peace and joy and rest may be within and I remain divided from my sin.

7. Wilt thou forgive the sin where I begun?
Wilt thou forgive the sin where I begun
Which is my sin though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive those sins, through which I run
And do them still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done, for I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin by which I've won
Others to sin and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done, for I have more.

I have a sin of fear that when I've spun
my last thread, I shall perish on the shore.
Swear by thyself that at my death thy Son
shall shine as He shines now and heretofore:
And having done, thou hast done, I need no more.

10. Upon a Quiet Conscience
Close thine eyes and sleep secure, thy soul is safe, thy body sure:
He that guards thee, He thee keeps, who never slumbers, never sleeps.
A quiet conscience in a quiet breast has only peace, has only rest.
The music and the mirth of Kings are out of tune unless she sings.
Then close thine eyes in peace and rest secure, no sleep so sweet as thine, no rest so sure.

11. A hymn to God the Father
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun
Which is my sin though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive those sins, through which I run
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done, for I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin by which I've won
Others to sin and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done, for I have more.

I have a sin of fear that when I've spun
my last thread, I shall perish on the shore.
But swear by thyself that at my death thy sun
shall shine as He shines now and heretofore:
And having done that, thou hast done, I fear no more.

12. Blest be those sweet regions
Blest be those sweet regions where eternal peace and musick are.
That solid calm and that bright day where brighter angels sing and pray.
We a ruffled world endure, never easy nor secure.
Blest be those souls which dwell above in ecstasies of mutual love.

13. O God forever blest
O God forever blest
In boundless peace and rest,
Whose habitation is in light refined,
Look from thy bright and glorious throne
with pity and compassion,
Look down, behold and ease my troubled mind.
pain and distraction from my heart remove,
Thou God of consolation and of love.

And thou who sets at the right hand of bliss
The spring of all true joy and happiness
Who, when thou had'st resigned
The glorious station to redeem mankind,
Did'st with a word becalm the raging sea;
and make the boistrous winds thy gentler breath obey.
Oh quickly, quickly, Lord, allay
The storms and tempests of my breast,
With sin and guilt o'erladen and deprest,
And by thy power control
And check the boiling waves that roll
And toss, and wrack and overwhelm
My sick, despairing soul.

And thou most sweet and sacred Dove,
Thou God of peace and everlasting love,
Visit, O visit every part
Of my distressed mind and heart
And that I may prepare
For thy reception and Communion, there
All sin and sinful thoughts from thence
Expel, by thy most sovereign influence.

Hear O most holy Trinity,
Centre of all Divinity
And graciously vouchsafe to grant my prayer.
Oh condescend
That mercy to extend
And save me from the gulph of black despair.

14. A Morning Hymn
Thou wakeful shepherd that does Israel keep,
Raised by thy goodness from the bed of sleep,
To thee I offer up this hymn
As my best morning sacrifice;
May it be gracious in thine eyes
To raise me from the bed of sin.
And do I live to see another day?
I vow, My God, henceforth to walk thy ways,
And sing thy praise all these few days Thou shalt allow.
Could I redeem the time I have mis-spent in sinful merriment,
Could I untread those paths I led
I would so expiate each past offence that ev'n from thence
The innocent should wish themselves like me
When with such crimes they such repentance see.
With joy I'd sing away my breath,
Yet who can die so to receive his death?

16. An Evening Hymn
Sleep downey sleep, come close mine eyes
tired with beholding vanities.
Welcome sweet sleep, that driv'st away
the toils and follies of the day.

On thy soft bosom will I lie,
forget the world and learn to die.
O Israel's watchful shepherd spread
tents of Angels round my bed.

Let not the spirits of the air,
whilst I slumber, me ensnare.
But guard thy suppliant free from harms,
clasped in thy everlasting arms.

17. King of all joys
King of all joys and easer of all woes;
O let thy grace sweetly thyself disclose
to fall upon thy servant, dropping like a gentle shower.
Let not thy justice strike or take thy favours from me,
favours which will make me ever happy, ever rich;
pass by my great offences, wash the mud
from my stained soul with thy most spotless blood.
Into thy breast O gently slide and let me feast upon thy pierced side.
18 A Hymn on Divine Music

What art thou? From what causes dost thou spring?
Oh! Musick thou Divine mysterious thing;
Let me but know, and knowing give me voice to sing.
Art thou the warmth in spring, that Zephire breathes,
Painting the Meads and whistling through the leaves?
The happy season that all grief exiles,
When God is pleased and the Creation smiles?
Or art thou Love, that mind to mind imparts,
The endless concord of agreeing hearts?
Or art thou friendship, yet a nobler flame,
That can a dearer way make souls the same?
Or art thou rather, which do all transcend,
The centre which at last the blest ascend;
the seat where Hallelujahs never end?
Corporeal eyes won't let us clearly see,
But either thou art Heav'n or Heav'n is thee!

'R.G.' (from an Ode 'on the death of the late
famous Mr Henry Purcell ...'
from Orpheus Britannicus BK II, 3rd Edition, 1721)

19. An Evening Hymn
Now that the sun hath veiled his light,
And bid the world goodnight,
To the soft bed my body I dispose;
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear God, even in Thy arms. And can there be
any so sweet security?
Then to thy rest, O my soul and singing, praise
the mercy that prolongs thy days.
Hallelujah.

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