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Richard Dering
(c.1580 - 1630)
O Crux ave
(S.S.A.T.T.B.)
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From Dering's Cantica Sacra, Antwerp, 1618. The basso continuo, an unfigured basso seguente, has not been included. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.S.A.T.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for the same forces.
Lyrics: Anon
O Crux, ave, spes unica,
Quae sola fuisti digna
Portare talentum mundi.
Dulce lignum, dulces clavos,
Dulcia ferens pondera.
Salve praesentem catervam
In tuis hodie laudibus congregatam.
Hail, O Cross, the only hope,
Which alone was worthy to carry the price of the world.
Sweet wood, sweet nails, bearing that sweet burden.
Save that flock assembled here
today to sing thy praises.
O Crux, ave, spes unica,
Quae sola fuisti digna
Portare talentum mundi.
Dulce lignum, dulces clavos,
Dulcia ferens pondera.
Salve praesentem catervam
In tuis hodie laudibus congregatam.
Hail, O Cross, the only hope,
Which alone was worthy to carry the price of the world.
Sweet wood, sweet nails, bearing that sweet burden.
Save that flock assembled here
today to sing thy praises.