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For flute octet or flute choir
Title by uploader: Lord, let me know mine end for flute octet or flute choir
Instrumentation |
Flute, Alto Flute, Bass Flute |
Scored for |
Octet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Medium |
Duration |
9'0 |
This is an instrumental transcription of Parry's 8 voice anthem from his "Songs of Farewell".
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The mp3 is an electronic preview
The text is from Psalm 39:
Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;
and mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,
and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow
and disquieteth himself in vain,
he heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope?
Truly my hope is even in Thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences
and make me not a rebuke to the foolish.
I became dumb and opened not my mouth, for it was Thy doing.
Take Thy plague away from me:
I am even consumed by Thy heavy hand.
When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away,
like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and with Thine ears consider my calling;
hold not Thy peace at my tears!
For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner,
as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength,
before I go hence and be no more seen.
For clarinet octet or clarinet choir
Title by uploader: Lord, let me know mine end for clarinet octet or clarinet choir
Instrumentation |
Clarinet, Bass Clarinet, Alto Clarinet |
Scored for |
Octet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Medium |
Duration |
9'0 |
This is an instrumental transcription of Parry's 8 voice anthem from his "Songs of Farewell".
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The mp3 is an electronic preview
The text is from Psalm 39:
Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;
and mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,
and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow
and disquieteth himself in vain,
he heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope?
Truly my hope is even in Thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences
and make me not a rebuke to the foolish.
I became dumb and opened not my mouth, for it was Thy doing.
Take Thy plague away from me:
I am even consumed by Thy heavy hand.
When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away,
like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and with Thine ears consider my calling;
hold not Thy peace at my tears!
For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner,
as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength,
before I go hence and be no more seen.
For wind octet
Title by uploader: Lord, let me know mine end for wind octet
Instrumentation |
Flute, Clarinet, Bassoon, Oboe |
Scored for |
Octet |
Type of score |
Full score, Parts |
Arranger |
David W Solomons |
Publisher |
David W Solomons |
Difficulty |
Medium |
Duration |
9'0 |
This is an instrumental transcription of Parry's 8 voice anthem from his "Songs of Farewell".
The pdf file contains score and parts.
The mp3 is an electronic preview
The text is from Psalm 39:
Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
that I may be certified how long I have to live.
Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;
and mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,
and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
For man walketh in a vain shadow
and disquieteth himself in vain,
he heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope?
Truly my hope is even in Thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences
and make me not a rebuke to the foolish.
I became dumb and opened not my mouth, for it was Thy doing.
Take Thy plague away from me:
I am even consumed by Thy heavy hand.
When Thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin,
Thou makest his beauty to consume away,
like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
every man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and with Thine ears consider my calling;
hold not Thy peace at my tears!
For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner,
as all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength,
before I go hence and be no more seen.
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