Theodora, HWV 68 (George Frideric Handel)

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24. Angels ever bright and fair

  • CPDL #07131:  Network.png
Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2004-05-31).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 72 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: For Soprano Solo. Includes a keyboard version of the orchestral accompaniment.

66. How strange their ends

  • CPDL #15549:      (Harmony Assistant)
Editor: Dominique Dos Santos (submitted 2007-11-27).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 159 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: For SATB.

72. O love divine

  • CPDL #15548:      (Harmony Assistant)
Editor: Dominique Dos Santos (submitted 2007-11-27).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 108 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: For SATB.

General Information

Title: Theodore, HWV 68
Composer: George Frideric Handel

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Soloists:

  • Theodora, a Christian of noble birth (soprano)
  • Didymus, a Roman Officer, converted by and in love with Theodora (alto)
  • Septimius, another Roman soldier and friend to Didymus (tenor)
  • Valens, President of Antioch (bass)
  • Irene, a Christian and friend of Theodora (mezzo-soprano)
  • Messenger (tenor)

Genre: SacredOratorioAria

Language: English
Instruments: Orchestra

2 sections of violins, violas, cellos, double basses, 2 flutes, 2 oboes, 2 bassoons, 1 contrabassoon, 2 horns, 2 trumpets, timpani, harpsichord, and organ

First published: 1750

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Original text and translations

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24. Angels, ever bright and fair,
Take, oh take me to your care;
Speed to your own courts my flight,
Clad in robes of virgin white.

66. How strange their ends,
And yet how glorious!
Where each contends
To fall victorious!
Where virtue its own innocence denies,
And for the vanquish’d the glad victor dies!

72. O love divine, thou source of fame,
Of glory, and all joy!
Let equal fire our souls inflame,
And equal zeal employ,
That we the glorious spring may know,
Whose streams appear'd so bright below.