Welcome Song for Charles II

Song Cycle by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695)

Word count: 238

1. Symphony [sung text not yet checked]

— Tacet —

2. From those serene and rapturous joys[sung text checked 1 time]

From those serene and rapturous joys
A country life alone can give,
Exempt from tumult and from noise,
Where Kings forget the troubles of their reigns,
And are almost as happy as their humble Swains,
By feeling that they live.

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

3. Behold th' indulgent Prince is come[sung text checked 1 time]

Behold th' indulgent Prince is come
To view the Conquests of His mercy shown
To the new Proselytes of His mighty Town,
And men and Angels bid him welcome home.

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

4. Not with an Helmet or a glitt'ring Spear[sung text checked 1 time]

Not with an Helmet or a glitt'ring Spear
Does he appear;
He boasts no Trophies of a cruel Conqueror,
Brought back in triumph from a bloody War,
But with an Olive branch adorn'd
As once the long expected Dove return'd.

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

5. Welcome as soft refreshing show'rs[sung text checked 1 time]

Welcome as soft refreshing show'rs,
That raise the sickly heads of drooping flow'rs,
Welcome as early beams of light
To the benighted traveller,
When he descries bright Phosphorus from afar,
And all his fears are put to flight.

Welcome home.

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

6. From those serene and rapturous joys [sung text checked 1 time]

Welcome, more welcome does he come
Than life to Laz'rus in his drowsy tomb,
When in his winding sheet at his new birth
The strange, surprising word was said: Come forth!

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Virginia Knight

7. Nor does the Sun more comfort bring[sung text checked 1 time]

Nor does the Sun more comfort bring
When he turns Winter into Spring
Than the blest Advent of a peaceful King.

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]

8. With trumpets and shouts we receive the World's Wonder[sung text checked 1 time]

With trumpets and shouts we receive the World's Wonder,
And let the Clouds echo His welcome with thunder,
Such a thunder as applauded what mortals had done,
When they fixt on his Brows the Imperial Crown.

Authorship

Researcher for this text: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]