Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walton: Belshazzar's Feast - 8. Then sing aloud to God our strength, artist - L'InvitiAlbum song Walton: Centenary Edition, in the genre Мировая классика
Date of issue: 31.01.2002
Record label: Decca
Song language: English
Walton: Belshazzar's Feast - 8. Then sing aloud to God our strength |
Thus spake Isaiah — |
Thy sons that thou shalt beget |
They shall be taken away |
And be eunuchs |
In the palace of the King of Babylon |
Howl ye, howl ye, therefore: |
For the day of the Lord is at hand! |
By the waters of Babylon |
By the waters of Babylon |
There we sat down: yea, we wept |
And hanged our harps upon the willows |
For they that wasted us |
Required of us mirth; |
They that carried us away captive |
Required of us a song |
Sing us one of the songs of Zion |
How shall we sing the Lord’s song |
In a strange land? |
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem |
Let my right hand forget her cunning |
If I do not remember thee |
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth |
Yea, if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy |
By the waters of Babylon |
There we sat down: yea, we wept |
O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed |
Happy shall he be that taketh thy children |
And dasheth them against a stone |
For with violence shall that great city Babylon be thrown down |
And shall be found no more at all |
Babylon was a great city |
Her merchandise was of gold and silver |
Of precious stones, of pearls, of fine linen |
Of purple, silk and scarlet |
All manner vessels of ivory |
All manner vessels of most precious wood |
Of brass, iron and marble |
Cinnamon, odours and ointments |
Of frankincense, wine and oil |
Fine flour, wheat and beasts |
Sheep, horses, chariots, slaves |
And the souls of men |
In Babylon |
Belshazzar the King |
Made a great feast |
Made a feast to a thousand of his lords |
And drank wine before the thousand |
Belshazzar, whiles he tasted the wine |
Commanded us to bring the gold and silver vessels: |
Yea! |
the golden vessels, which his father, Nebuchadnezzar |
Had taken out of the temple that was in Jerusalem |
He commanded us to bring the golden vessels |
Of the temple of the house of God |
That the King, his Princes, his wives |
And his concubines might drink therein |
Then the King commanded us: |
Bring ye the cornet, flute, sackbut, psaltery |
And all kinds of music: they drank wine again |
Yea, drank from the sacred vessels |
And then spake the King: |
Praise ye |
The God of Gold |
Praise ye |
The God of Silver |
Praise ye |
The God of Iron |
Praise ye |
The God of Wood |
Praise ye |
The God of Stone |
Praise ye |
The God of Brass |
Praise ye the Gods! |
Thus in Babylon, the mighty city |
Belshazzar the King made a great feast |
Made a feast to a thousand of his lords |
And drank wine before the thousand |
Belshazzar whiles he tasted the wine |
Commanded us to bring the gold and silver vessels |
That his Princes, his wives and his concubines |
Might rejoice and drink therein |
After they had praised their strange gods |
The idols and the devils |
False gods who can neither see nor hear |
Called they for the timbrel and the pleasant harp |
To extol the glory of the King |
Then they pledged the King before the people |
Crying, Thou, O King, art King of Kings: |
O King, live for ever… |
And in that same hour, as they feasted |
Came forth fingers of a man’s hand |
And the King saw |
The part of the hand that wrote |
And this was the writing that was written: |
'MENE, MENE, TEKEL UPHARSIN' |
'THOU ART WEIGHED IN THE BALANCE |
AND FOUND WANTING' |
In that night was Belshazzar the King slain |
And his Kingdom divided |
Then sing aloud to God our strength: |
Make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob |
Take a psalm, bring hither the timbrel |
Blow up the trumpet in the new moon |
Blow up the trumpet in Zion |
For Babylon the Great is fallen, fallen |
Alleluia! |
Then sing aloud to God our strength: |
Make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob |
While the Kings of the Earth lament |
And the merchants of the Earth |
Weep, wail and rend their raiment |
They cry, Alas, Alas, that great city |
In one hour is her judgement come |
The trumpeters and pipers are silent |
And the harpers have ceased to harp |
And the light of a candle shall shine no more |
Then sing aloud to God our strength |
Make a joyful noise to the God of Jacob |
For Babylon the Great is fallen |
Alleluia! |