Kinhaven madrigals and Bach chorales

Googling revealed that nowhere on the internet is there a complete list of the madrigals and Bach chorales that we sing at Kinhaven with their lyrics, so I figured I’d post one.
Since First I Saw Your Face by Thomas Ford
Since first I saw your face I resolv’d
To honour and renown you;
If now I be disdain’d I wish
My heart had never known you.
What I that loved and you that liked,
Shall we begin to wrangle?
No, no, no! my heart is fast
And cannot disentangle.
The Sun, whose beams most glorious are,
Rejecteth no beholder,
And your sweet beauty past compare,
Made my poor eyes the bolder:
Where beauty moves and wit delights,
And signs of kindness bind me,
There, oh there! Where e’er I go
I leave my heart behind me.
Weep, O Mine Eyes by John Bennet
Weep, o mine eyes and cease not,
alas, these your spring tides methinks increase not.
O when begin you to swell so high
that I may drown me in you?
Never Weather-beaten Sail by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more,
Than my wearied 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!
Farewell Dear Love by Robert Jones
Farewell, dear love, since thou wilt needs be gone;
Mine eyes do show my life is almost gone.
Nay! I will never die so long as I can spy.
There be many more Though that she do go,
There be many more I fear not,
Why, then, let her go: I care not!
Farewell, farewell! since this I find is true;
I will not spend more time in wooing you,
But I will seek elsewhere If I may find her there.
Shall I bid her go? What and if I do?
Shall I bid her go, and spare not?
O, no, no, no, no, no, I dare not.
April Is in My Mistress’ Face by Thomas Morley
April is in my mistress’ face,
And July in her eyes hath place;
Within her bosom is September,
But in her heart a cold December.
Fair Phyllis by John Farmer
Fair Phyllis I saw sitting all alone
Feeding her flock near to the mountainside.
The shepherds knew not whither she was gone,
But after her lover Amyntas hied.
Up and down he wandered whilst she was missing;
When he found her, O then they fell a kissing.
Phyllis, Farewell by Thomas Bateson
Phyllis, farewell; I may no longer live,
Yet if I die, fair Phyllis, I forgive,
I live too long, come gentle Death and end
my endless torment, or my grief amend.
Since My Tears and Lamenting by Thomas Morley
Since my tears and lamenting,
false love breed thy contenting,
still thus to weep for ever,
these fountains shall persever.
Till my heart griefbrimfilled,
Out alas, be distilled.

The Silver Swan by Orlando Gibbons
The Silver Swan who, living, had no note,
When death approach’d, unlock’d her silent throat.
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, And sung no more:
“Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes.
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.”

Bach chorales:
Rejoice and Sing
Rejoice and sing your gracious king,
As man is born and lays aside his glory!
He is adored as Christ and Lord,
And every tongue repeats the wondrous story.
Now All the Woods Are Sleeping
Now all the woods are sleeping,
And night and stillness creeping
O’er city, man, and beast;
But thou, my heart, awake thee,
To pray’r awhile betake thee,
And praise thy Maker ere thou rest.
My heavy eyes are closing;
When I lie deep reposing,
Soul, body, where are ye?
To belpless sleep I yield them,
Oh let Thy mercy shield them,
Thou sleepless Eye, their guardian be!
Nought on Earth Is Lasting
Nought on Earth is lasting.
Thou are joy surpassing,
Jesu my delight!
Hence vain wealth’s deceiving,
Nought for you I’m grieving.
Get thee from my sight.
Death or pain or cross or shame,
Jesu is beside me ever.
Nought from Him can sever.
With Grateful Hearts
With grateful hearts we all are met
To eat the bread of gladness.
The ancient leaven now forget,
And every thought of sadness.
Christ Himself the feast hath spread,
By Him the hungry soul is fed,
And He alone can feed us.
Out of the Depths
Out of the depths I cry to Thee,
Lord, God O hear my wailing!
Thy gracious ear incline to me;
And make my prayer availing.
On my misdeeds in mercy look,
O deign to blot them from Thy book,
Or who can stand before Thee?
Beside the Floods of Babylon
Beside the floods of Babylon
We sat us down in sorrow.
When as we thought on thee Zion
We wept by night and morrow.
Our psalteries and harps unstrung,
Upon the willow trees we hung.
Our masters void of pity,
That led us captive oft would call
Upon us for a madrigal,
A song of Zion city.
O Sacred Head Now Wounded
O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.
What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
I found most of the lyrics online, and I apologize for any mistakes I made in the few I typed from memory. Next summer I’ll find the book and check them to make sure.


3 responses to “Kinhaven madrigals and Bach chorales”

  1. Hi, I went to Kinhaven last summer and was suprised to see this. I’m glad you thought of it, these songs will be with me forever.

  2. Divia Melwani Avatar
    Divia Melwani

    Thanks for finding it and commenting! They’ll be with me forever too.

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