Benjamin Britten - Saint Nicolas Cantata, Op. 42 - 3. Nicolas devotes himself to God (Anthony Rolfe Johnson; English Chamber Orchestra, Corydon Singers, Matthew Best) | Текст песни

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• Benjamin Britten - Saint Nicolas Cantata, Op. 42
• 3. Nicolas devotes himself to God (Anthony Rolfe Johnson; English Chamber Orchestra, Corydon Singers, Matthew Best)

NICOLAS My parents died
All too soon I left the tranquil beauty of their home
And knew the wider world of man.
Poor man! I found him solitary, racked
By doubt: born, bred, doomed to die
In everlasting fear of everlasting death:
The foolish toy of time, the darling of decay—
Hopeless, faithless, defying God.
Heartsick, in hope to mask the twisted face of poverty,
I sold my lands to feed the poor.
I gave my goods to charity
But Love demanded more.
Heartsick, I cast away all things that could distract my mind From full devotion to His will;
I thrust my happiness behind
But Love desired more still.
Heartsick, I call’d on God to purge my angry soul,
To be my only Master, friend and guide.
I begged for sweet humility
And Love was satisfied.