"Our foes press hard on every side; Thine aid supply, thy strength bestow."

"O saving Victim, opening wide the gate of heaven to man below."

Haydn's "Missa brevis Sancti Joannis de Deo," better known as the "Little Organ Mass."

Quite a few of the performances of Luigi Boccherini's wonderful "Stabat Mater" are paired with recordings of some of his early quintets. Once I started down that path, one thing let to another. And here we are.

Give them eternal rest, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine on them.
There will be songs of praise to you in Zion,
and prayers in Jerusalem.
O hear my prayers;
all flesh returns to you.

Blest Tree, whose happy branches bore
the wealth that did the world restore;
the beam that did that Body weigh
which raised up Hell's expected prey.

Hail wondrous Altar! Victim hail!
Thy Glorious Passion shall avail!
Where death Life's very Self endured,
Yet life by that same Death secured.

Thee, mighty Trinity! One God!
Let every living creature laud;
Whom by the Cross Thou dost deliver,
O guide and govern now and ever! Amen.

"Behold! The nails with anguish fierce, his outstretched arms and vitals pierce:
Here our redemption to obtain, the Mighty Sacrifice is slain."

"O Lord God grant us Thy peace and thy mercy for these times in which we live! For there is none other save Thou, Lord, Who hath the power to fight for us."

Marcel Dupré's setting of Venantius Fortunatus's Lenten stalwart, Passiontide's "Vexilla Regis prodeunt."

"...the roiling, unsettling 'Dies Irae' from Robert Schumann's 'Requiem.'"

That the Son of God forsook his glory, His abode,
To become a poor, tormented man!
The Deity was shrunk into a span,
And that for me, O wound'rous love, for me.

The rich, the poor, the monarch and the slave
Rest undisturb'd and no distinction have
Within the silent chambers of the grave.

Lord, here I lie,
Lost to all hope of Liberty,
Hence never to remove,
But by a miracle of love.

I long to see this excellence
Which at such distance strikes my sense;
My impatient soul struggles to disengage
Her wings from the confinement of her cage.
Would'st thou, great Love, this prisoner once set free:
How she would hasten to be linked to thee.

"Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my crying come unto thee."

"Jesus Christus, unser Heiland" by Franz Tunder, who we heard from earlier this week. 

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Give them eternal rest, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine on them.

As we thought of Zion,
There we wept from the depths of our hearts.