Choir for 4 voices
Soprano solo
Alto solo
Tenor solo
Bass solo
Travers flute
Oboe I + II
Oboe d`amore I + II
Taille
Organ
Violin I + II
Viola
Basso continuo

We must pass through great sadness that we God's kingdom may enter.





I would unto heaven go,
Wicked Sodom, I and thou
Are henceforth divided.
My abiding is not here,
For I'll live, indeed, with thee
Nevermore at peace now.

Ah! Were I but in heaven now!
What threatens me not the evil world!
With weeping do I rise,
With weeping in my bed I lay me,
How treach'rous do they lie in wait!
Lord! Mark it, look at this,
They hate me so, and with no fault,
As though the world had pow'r
As well to slay me fully;
And though I live with sighing and forbear,
Forsaken and despised,
Yet doth it take in my sorrow
The greatest pleasure.
My God, this weighs me down.
Ah! Would that I,
My Jesus, e'en today
With thee in heaven were!

I shall my tears of sorrow
With anxious bosom sow.
And still my heart's distress
To me will splendidness (1.)
Upon the day of the glad harvest deliver. (2.)

I am prepared
My cross with patience e'er to carry;
I know that all of these my torments
Won't match the splendidness
Which God unto his chosen masses
And also me will make apparent. (3.)
I weep now, for the world's great tumult
At all my mourning seemeth glad.
Soon comes the time
When my heart shall rejoice;
Then shall the world without a savior weep.
Who with the foe doth strive and fight
Will have his crown then on him laid;
For God lifts no one without labor into heaven.

How will I be joyful, how will I take comfort,
When all of this transient sadness is past!
I'll gleam like the heavens, and shine like the sunlight,
When vex shall my heavenly bliss
No grieving, weeping, and lament.

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1 Peter 2: 11-20

John 16: 16-23