St. John Passion, Bwv 245: No. 21, Und Die Kriegsknechte Flochten Eine Krone
James Gilchrist, Christian Immler, Yusuke Watanabe, Bach Collegium Japan, Masaaki Suzuki, And Johann Sebastian Bach
5:26Deeper and deeper still, thy goodness, child, Pierceth a father's bleeding heart, and checks The cruel sentence on my falt'ring tongue. Oh, let me whisper it to the raging winds, Or howling deserts for the ears of men It is too shocking. Yet have I not vow'd? And can I think the great Jehovah sleeps, Like Chemosh and such fabled deities? Ah no Heav'n heard my thoughts, and wrote them down. It must be so. 'Tis this that racks my brain, And pours into my breast a thousand pangs That lash me into madness. Horrid thought! My only daughter! So dear a child, Doom'd by a father! Yes, the vow is past, And Gilead hath triumph'd o'er his foes. Therefore, tomorrow's dawn I can no more. A father, off 'ring up his only child In vow'd return for victory and peace. Waft her, angels, through the skies, Far above yon azure plain Glorious there, like you, to rise, There, like you, for ever reign.