Dies irae, dies illa

Solvet saeclum in favilla,

Dies irae, dies illa

Teste David cum Sibylla.

Mors stupebit et natura,

Cum resurget creatura,

Judicanti responsura,

Recordare, Jesu pie

Ne me perdas,

Huic ergo parce,

Deus: Dona eis requiem.

Salva me!

Salva me!

The day of wrath, that day

Will turn the world into ashes,

The day of wrath, that day

David and the Sibyl witness.

Death and nature will be astonished,

When the creature will rise again,

To answer the Judge,

Remember, O Jesus, do not destroy me,

Therefore spare this one,

God: Give them rest.

Save me!

Save me!

Teach me to walk in the light of his love;

Teach me to pray to my Father above;

Teach me to know of the things that are right;

Teach me, teach me to walk in the light 

Come, little child, and together we'll learn

Of his commandments, that we may return

Home to his presence, to live in his sight—

Always, always to walk in the light.

Father in Heaven, we thank thee this day

For loving guidance to show us the way.

Grateful, we praise thee with songs of delight!

Gladly, gladly we'll walk in the light.

In the quiet misty morning

When the moon has gone to bed

When the sparrows stop their singing

And the sky is clear and red

When the summer’s ceased its gleaming

When the corn is past its prime

When adventure’s lost its meaning

I’ll be homeward bound in time

Bind me not to the pasture;

Chain me not to the plow

Set me free to find my calling

And I’ll return to you somehow

If you find it’s me you’re missing

If you’re hoping I’ll return

To your thoughts I’ll soon be listening

In the road I’ll stop and turn

Then the wind will set me racing

As my journey nears its end

And the path I’ll be retracing

When I’m homeward bound again

Bind me not to the pasture;

Chain me not to the plow

Set me free to find my calling

And I’ll return to you somehow

I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me

Confused at the grace that so fully He proffers me

I tremble to know that for me He was crucified

That for me, a sinner, He suffered, He bled and died

Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me

Enough to die for me

Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me

I marvel that He would descend from His throne divine

To rescue a soul so rebellious and proud as mine

That He should extend His great love unto such as I

Sufficient to own, to redeem, and to justify

Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me

Enough to die for me

Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me

I think of His hands pierced and bleeding to pay the debt

Such mercy, such love and devotion can I forget?

No, no, I will praise and adore at the mercy seat

Until at the glorified throne, I kneel at His feet

Oh, it is wonderful that He should care for me

Enough to die for me

Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me

Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies,

they tell me of a home far away.

And they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise:

Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day.

Oh, the land of cloudless days,

Oh, the land of an unclouded sky,

Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm clouds rise:

Oh, they tell me of an unclouded day.

Oh, they tell me of a home where my friends have gone,

they tell me of that land far away,

Where the tree of life in eternal bloom

Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day.

They tell me of a King in His beauty there,

they tell me that mine eyes shall behold

Where He sits on the throne that is bright as the sun

In the city that is made of gold.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears relieved;

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believed.

The Lord has promised good to me.

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be

As long as life endures.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,

The sun forbear to shin;

But God who called me here below

Will be forever mine.

Ubi cáritas et amor, Deus ibi est.

Congregávit nos in unum Christi amor.

Exsultémus et in ipso jucundémur.

Timeámus et amémus Deum vivum.

Et ex corde diligámus nos sincéro.

Where charity and love are, God is there.

Christ's love has gathered us into one.

Let us rejoice and be pleased in Him.

Let us fear, and let us love the living God.

And may we love each other with a sincere heart.

In paradisum, may angels lead you,

In paradisum, may loved ones greet you;

And lead you to the holy city,

Paradisum, paradisum.

May choirs of angels greet you with alleluia, hosanna.

Aeternum habeat, requiem in paradisum, paradisum!

Requiem, rest, rest.

Green pastures, still waters,

Love and mercy call your name;

And lead you to the holy city, 

Paradisum, paradisum.

May choirs of angels greet you with alleluia, hosanna.

Aeternum habeat, requiem in paradisum, paradisum!

Hosanna! Alleluia!

Leonardo Dreams of his Flying Machine...

Tormented by visions of flight and falling,

More wondrous and terrible each than the last,

Master Leonardo imagines an engine

To carry a man up into the sun...

And as he's dreaming the heavens call him,

"Leonardo. Leonardo, vieni á volare". ("Leonardo. Leonardo, come fly".)

L'uomo colle sua congiegniate e grandi ale,

facciendo forza contro alla resistente aria.

(A man with wings large enough and duly connected

might learn to overcome the resistance of the air.)

Leonardo Dreams of his Flying Machine...

As the candles burn low he paces and writes,

Releasing purchased pigeons one by one

Into the golden Tuscan sunrise...

And as he dreams, again the calling,

The very air itself gives voice:

"Leonardo. Leonardo, vieni á volare". ("Leonardo. Leonardo, come fly".)

Vicina all'elemento del fuoco...

Scratching quill on crumpled paper,

Rete, canna, filo, carta.

Images of wing and frame and fabric fastened tightly.

...sulla suprema sottile aria.

Master Leonardo Da Vinci Dreams of his Flying Machine...

As the midnight watchtower tolls,

Over rooftop, street and dome,

The triumph of a human being ascending

In the dreaming of a mortal man.

Leonardo steels himself,

takes one last breath,

and leaps...

Wade in the water, children, wade in the water

Wade in the water, children, wade in the water

Wade in the water, children, wade in the water (Wading)

Wade in the water, children, wade in the water (Wading)

Wade in the water, children, children

Oh, wade in the water (the water)

Wade in the water, children (wade in the wa-, wade in the wa-, wade in the water)

Wade in the water (water, water, children)

God is gonna trouble the water, my Lord

Trouble, trouble

Trouble in the water (my Lord)

The water, water, water, children

Wade in the water, children, children, wade

Ooh, chills the body (and not the soul)

River Jordan

Chills, chills the body (and not the soul)

Well the River Jordan is so chilly and cold

Well the River Jordan-

Well the River Jordan-

Chills the body, but not the soul

God's gonna trouble the water

God's gonna trouble the water

God's gonna trouble the water

Wading in the water, my children

Trouble, trouble, God's gonna trouble

River Jordan, Jordan is chilly

Children, children, wade in the water

Trouble, trouble, God's gonna trouble

River Jordan, chilly so chilly

River Jordan, chilly so chilly

Wade in the water, children, children, wade

Trouble, there's gonna be trouble in the water

Trouble, trouble, trouble in the water...

Wade in the water (in the water), water, children

Wade in the water, water, my children

Wade in the water, children

God's gonna trouble the water

God's gonna trouble the water

God's gonna trouble the water

Wade in the wa-, wade in the wa-, wade in the water, children

Wade in the wa-, wade in the wa-, wade in the water, children

Wade in the water, children, children, wade

My Lord

My Lord (trouble in the water)

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble, He's our refuge and strength, for we know that He is God. For we know that He is God. 

The the earth be removed I will no fear, 'cause He's there, God is right there.  The waters may roar, but I will not fear, 'cause He's there, God is right there.

He's my refuge and strength, for we know that He is God.  For we know that He is God. 

Be still and know, Just be still and know, that He is God. For we know that He is God.  For we know that He is God. 

Bogoród̃itse D̃évo, ráduys̃i︠a︡,

Blagodátnaya Mar̃íye, Ghospód s Tobóyu.

Blagosloṽénna Tï v zhenáẖ,

i blagosloṽén Plod chr̃éva Tvoyegó,

yáko Spása rod̃ilá yes̃í dush náshïẖ.

Rejoice, O Virgin Theotokos,

Mary full of grace, the Lord is with Thee.

Blessed art Thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit of Thy womb,

for Thou hast borne the Savior of our souls.

All of creation rejoices in You, O Full of Grace–

the assembly of angels and the race of men.

O sanctified temple and spiritual paradise, 

glory of virgins,

from whom God was incarnate and became a child–

our God before the ages.

He made Your body into a throne,

and Your womb he made more spacious than the heavens.

All of creation rejoices in You, O Full of Grace.

Glory to You!

–from the Liturgy of St. Basil the Great

My brethren, I have found

a land that doth abound

with fruit as sweet as honey;

The more I eat, I find,

The more I am inclined

To shout and sing hosanna.

My soul doth long to go where I may fully know

The glory of my Savior;

And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song,

I’m going to live forever.

Perhaps you think me wild,

or simple as a child;

I am a child of glory;

I am born from above,

my soul is filled with love;

I love to tell the story.

My soul doth long to go where I may fully know

The glory of my Savior;

And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song,

I’m going to live forever.

My soul now sits and sings

and practices its wings,

and contemplates the hour

When the messenger shall say,

‘Come quit this house of clay,

and with bright angels tower.’

My soul doth long to go where I may fully know

The glory of my Savior;

And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song,

I’m going to live forever.