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Joseph, together with Nicodemus, took You down from the tree - You, who clothed yourself with light as with a garment. He saw your body – dead, naked, and unburied – and in grief and tender compassion he cried out, “Woe is me, O my sweetest Jesus! The sun sees You hanging on the cross and it shrouds itself in darkness. The earth shakes its garment in fear at the sight. The veil of the Temple is torn in two. | |||
I see You willingly submit Yourself to death for my sake. How can I bear to bury You, O my God? How can I bear to wrap Your body in a shroud? How can I bear to touch Your flesh with my hands? | |||
What can I bear to sing at Your tomb, O Compassionate One? I magnify your passion, I glorify your burial and your Resurrection, crying out, ‘Glory to You!’” | |||
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- (Posted 2016-06-06) CPDL #39950:
- Editor: Paul Stetsenko (submitted 2016-06-06). Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 235 kB Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information
Title: Joseph, together with Nicodemus
Composer: Pyotr Ivanovich Turchaninov
Lyricist: Stetsenkocreate page
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB divisi
Genre: Sacred
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
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Description: From the Eastern Orthodox service for Great and Holy Friday
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Original text and translations
Joseph, together with Nicodemus, took You down from the tree - You, who clothed yourself with light as with a garment. He saw your body – dead, naked, and unburied – and in grief and tender compassion he cried out, “Woe is me, O my sweetest Jesus! The sun sees You hanging on the cross and it shrouds itself in darkness. The earth shakes its garment in fear at the sight. The veil of the Temple is torn in two. I see You willingly submit Yourself to death for my sake. How can I bear to bury You, O my God? How can I bear to wrap Your body in a shroud? How can I bear to touch Your flesh with my hands? What can I bear to sing at Your tomb, O Compassionate One? I magnify your passion, I glorify your burial and your Resurrection, crying out, ‘Glory to You!’”