XVIb (BWV Anh. 4) Wünschet Jerusalem Glück
Third Day of the Jubilee of the 200th Anniversary of the Augsburg Confession (27 June 1730). Christian Friedrich Henrici (Picander), Ernst-Schertzhaffte und Satyrische Gedichte, Teil III (Leipzig, 1732); Facs: Neumann T, p. 334; Reprint in Sicul, Annales Lipsienses, Sectio XXXVIII (1731) and Das Jubilierende Leipzig (1731). 1. Ps. 122:6-7; 6. based on Philipp Melanchthon's German version of Vespera iam venit, 1579. 27 June 1730, Leipzig; Parody: ← XVIa (BWV Anh. 4). [NBA I/24, Krit. Bericht.] Am III. Jubel-Tage [1.] Ps. 122 v. 6 & 7. Wünschet Jerusalem Glück. Es müsse wohl gehen, denen, die dich
lieben. Es müsse Friede seyn inwendig in deinen Mauern, und Glück
in deinen Pallästen. [2.] Aria Rühm und lobe, sing und preise, Da Capo. [3. Recit.] Hier ist des Herren Tempel; [4.] Aria Herr, erhöre, was wir bitten, [5.] Recit. Gib Herr, dein Wort den frommen Christen [6.] Choral Ach bleib bey uns, Herr Jesu Christ, weil es nun Abend worden ist, etc.
On the Third Day of the Jubilee 1. [Dictum] Chorus(1) Pray for Jerusalem’s peace; and may good fortune attend all them who love thee; and may repose and peace be dwelling within thy towers and happiness in thy mansions.2. Aria Laud and honor, sing and praise him, Thou elected city of God. For the teaching which thee leads From God’s very mouth proceeds And in paternal fashion In our midst is kept alive. Da Capo. [3. Recit.] Here is the Lord’s own temple; Why should we fear the foe’s contempt? Here speaketh God, here dwelleth God, Here is the light of life set forth to all; Here is the root of blessedness: The heart believes, The mouth proclaimeth ceaselessly That Jesus will our Savior bide, That he from death hath been awaked. This is what we confess! Who acts by this will live forevermore. 4. Aria Lord, now hearken to our prayer, Build still further David’s mansions, That thy Zion by this day Oft with triumph may be stirred. O glorify, Highest, among all our offspring The honor which comes from thy name ever hallowed. 5. Recit. Give, Lord, thy word to righteous Christians With legions of evangel voices, And visit now thy vineyards here, That by thy word’s own honey pure The weary souls may have refreshment. Stay by thy little flock alway And never let through heresy The Church’s purity yield to suppression. Whene’er our weakness thee doth grieve, Whene’er our hearts thee not completely love, Lord, do not drive us yet From thy dear countenance. 6. Chorale(2) Oh, bide with us, Lord Jesus Christ, 1. The designation "Chorus" is assumed from XVIa (PT, 1741). 2. In lieu of a complete text to this chorale in
the PT, the translation is based upon BWV 6/3. © Copyright Z. Philip Ambrose |