1 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Symphony | Henry Purcell | 9:37 |
2 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hail, bright Cecilia | Henry Purcell | 4:42 |
3 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hark! Hark! Each tree its silence breaks | Henry Purcell | 3:59 |
4 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 'Tis Nature's voice: thro' all the moving wood of creatures understood | Henry Purcell | 4:12 |
5 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Soul of the world! inspir'd by thee the jarring seeds of matter did agree | Henry Purcell | 2:32 |
6 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Thou tun'st this world below, the spheres above | Henry Purcell | 5:13 |
7 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 With that sublime celestial lay dare any eahtly songs compare? | Henry Purcell | 3:06 |
8 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Wondrous machine! to thee the warbling lute, though us'd to conquest | Henry Purcell | 2:16 |
9 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 The airy violin and lofty viol quit the field | Henry Purcell | 1:22 |
10 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 In vain the am'rous flute and soft guitar jointly labour to inspire | Henry Purcell | 6:17 |
11 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 The fife and all the harmony of war in vain attempt the passions to alarm | Henry Purcell | 3:01 |
12 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Let these among themselves contest which can discharge its single duty best | Henry Purcell | 2:31 |
13 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hail, bright Cecilia | Henry Purcell | 4:25 |
14 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Ouverture | Henry Purcell | 4:10 |
15 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Come, ye sons of art, away | Henry Purcell | 1:59 |
16 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Sound the trumpet till around you make the listening shores rebound | Henry Purcell | 2:27 |
17 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Come, come, ye sons of art, come, come away | Henry Purcell | 1:22 |
18 | Come, ye sons orfart, away, Z323 Strike the viol, touch the lute | Henry Purcell | 4:45 |
19 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 The day that such a blessing gave no common festival should be | Henry Purcell | 2:32 |
20 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Bid the virtues, bid the Graces to the sacred shrine repair | Henry Purcell | 3:31 |
21 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 These are the sacred charms that shield her daring hero in the field | Henry Purcell | 1:40 |
22 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 See Nature, rejoicing has shown us the way | Henry Purcell | 2:59 |
1 | Welcome, viceregent of the mighty king, Z340 | Henry Purcell | 12:33 |
2 | O dive custos Auriacae domus, Z504 | Henry Purcell | 6:34 |
3 | Raise, raise the voice, Z334 | Henry Purcell | 12:34 |
4 | Incassum, Lesbia, rogas, Z383 | Henry Purcell | 7:37 |
5 | Young Thyrsis' fate, ye hills and groves, deplore, Z473 | Henry Purcell | 5:21 |
6 | Why, why are all the Muses mute? Z343 | Henry Purcell | 2:23 |
1 | Rejoice in the Lord alway, Z49 | Henry Purcell | 8:55 |
2 | Blow up the trumpet in Sion, Z10 | Henry Purcell | 7:47 |
3 | O God, thou art my God, Z35 | Henry Purcell | 4:18 |
4 | My heart is inditing, Z30 | Henry Purcell | 1:40 |
5 | Remember not, Lord, our Offences, Z50 | Henry Purcell | 3:05 |
6 | I was glad when they said unto me, Z19 | Henry Purcell | 4:00 |
7 | O Lord, rebuke me not, Z40 | Henry Purcell | 9:27 |
8 | Praise the Lord, o my soul, and all that is within me, Z47 | Henry Purcell | 10:59 |
9 | Now that the sun has veiled his light (An Evening Hymn on a Ground), Z193 | Henry Purcell | 5:00 |
1 | Jehova, quam multi sunt hostes mei!, Z135 | Henry Purcell | 6:43 |
2 | My beloved spake, Z28 | Henry Purcell | 10:15 |
3 | O God, thou hast cast us out and scatter'd us abroad, Z36 | Henry Purcell | 4:05 |
4 | Hear my prayer, o Lord, and let my crying come to thee, Z15 | Henry Purcell | 2:22 |
5 | Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary, March | Henry Purcell | 2:17 |
6 | Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary, Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live (first sentence) | Henry Purcell | 3:48 |
7 | Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary, Canzona | Henry Purcell | 1:44 |
8 | Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary, In the midst of life we are in death (second sentence) | Henry Purcell | 5:55 |
9 | Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary, Canzona | Henry Purcell | 0:52 |
10 | Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary, Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts (third sentence) | Henry Purcell | 2:22 |
11 | Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary, March | Henry Purcell | 2:22 |
12 | In guilty night, Z134 | Henry Purcell | 10:19 |
13 | Close thine eyes and sleep secure, Z184 | Henry Purcell | 3:55 |
14 | Lord, what is man, lost man, that thou shouldst be so mindful of him, Z192 | Henry Purcell | 5:37 |
15 | Tell me some pitying angel, quickly say (The Blessed Virgin's Expostulation), Z196 | Henry Purcell | 7:38 |