Via Crucis (Franz Liszt)

From ChoralWiki
Revision as of 01:37, 12 February 2010 by Richard Mix (talk | contribs) (→‎Vexilla Regis: prepare columns)
Jump to navigation Jump to search

Music files

L E G E N D Disclaimer How to download
ICON SOURCE
File details.gif File details
Question.gif Help

Vocal part-scores

CPDL #18852: Network.png 
Editor: Jurriaan Grootes (submitted 2009-01-31).   Score information: A4, 16 pages   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Choir part only, with accompaniment cues from the organ version.

General Information

Title: Via Crucis
Composer: Franz Liszt

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
, baritone solo (all vocal parts ad lib.)
Genre: Sacred

Languages: Latin, German
Instruments: Piano or Organ
Published:

Description:

External websites: IMSLP

Original text and translations

Vexilla Regis

Latin.png Latin text

1. Vexilla Regis prodeunt:
Fulget Crucis mysterium,
Qua vita mortem pertulit,
Et morte vitam protulit.

3. Impleti sunt quae concinit
David fideli carmine,
Dicendo nationibus:
Regnavit a ligno Deus.
Amen.

6. O crux ave, spes unica,
hoc passionis tempore
Piis adauge gratiam,
Reisque dele crimina.
Amen.

==I==
Innocens ego sum a sanguine justis hujus.
==II==
Ave, ave crux.
==III, VII, IX Jesus falls==
Jesus cadit.

Stabat mater dolorosa
juxta crucem lacrymosa,
dum pendebat filius.

==VI St. Veronica==
German.png German text
O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden,
Voll Schmerz und voller Hohn,
O Haupt, zum Spott gebunden
Mit einer Dornenkron’,
O Haupt, sonst schön gezieret
Mit höchster Ehr’ und Zier,
Jetzt aber höchst schimpfieret;
Gegrüßet sei’st du mir!

==VIII The women of Jerusalem==
Nolite flere super me, sed super vos ipsas flete et super filios vestros.

==XI==
Crucifige!

==XII==
Eli, Eli, lamma Sabacthani
In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum.
Consummatum est.

O Traurigkeit, o Herzeleid,
Ist das nicht zu beklagen?
Gott des Vaters einigs Kind
wird ins Grab getragen.

==XIV==
Ave crux, spes unica,
mundi salus et gloria
Auge piis justitiam
Reisque dona veniam!
Amen. Ave crux.

English.png English translation
The royal banners forward go;
The cross shines forth in mystic glow
Where He in flesh, our flesh who made,
our sentence bore, our ransom paid;
        
Fulfilled is all that David told
In true prophetic song of old;
Amidst the nations, God, saith he,
Hath reigned and triumphed from the tree.

O Cross, our one reliance, hail!
So may thy power with us avail
To give new virtue to the saint
And pardon to the penitent.
(J. M. Neale, 1851)

English.png English translation
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.