ACT II. CONCERTANTE. Pleyel. Messrs. JACKSON, MARSHALL, WOODCOCK, REINAGLE, HALDON, and FELDON. DUETT. Master SPENCE and Mr. HALDON. Vicary. Rejoice in the LORD, O ye righteous: for it becometh well the just to be thankful. I'll sing the song you lov'd to hear, And if I fail to charm your ear, I'll breathe sincerest vows instead. ANTHEM. Masters SPENCE and TIDMAN. Greene. Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O GOD. My soul is athirst for GOD, yea, even for the living GoD: When shall I come to appear before the presence of GOD? My God, my soul is vexed within me, therefore will I remember thee. I will say unto the GoD of my strength, Why hast thou forgotten me? O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me, and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling. And that I may go unto the altar of God, even unto the GOD of my joy and gladness. GRAND CONCERTO, 2d. Corelli. NINETEENTH CONCERT, MONDAY, MAY 30, 1803. ACT I. OVERTURE, Artaxerxes. SONG. Miss HAINES. 'Tis liberty, dear liberty alone, That gives fresh beauty to the sun; That makes all nature look more gay, Arne. Handel. GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and SPENCE, and Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL. Since first I saw your face I resolv'd To honour and renown ye; If now I be disdain'd, I wish My heart had never known ye. Ford. What! I that lov'd, and you that lik'd, GRAND CONCERTO. SONG. Master TIDMAN. Corelli. Handel. (Accompanied on the Violoncello by Mr. REINAGLE.) What passion cannot music raise and quell? And, wond'ring, on their faces fell Less than a God they thought there could not dwell That spoke so sweetly, and so well. SIMPHONY. Bach. SIMPHONY ACT II. Haydn. SONG. Miss HAINES. When first you courted me I own I fondly favour'd you, Apparent worth and high renown Made me believe you true-Donald. Urbani. But now the mask's thrown off, I scorn O then for ever haste away, Away from love and me; Go seek a heart that's like your own, For I'll reserve myself alone For one that's more like me; If such a one I cannot find, I'll fly from love and thee-Donald. 4th OBOE CONCERTO. R Handel. |