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Isle of Majesty

Gloria, Johannes Ciconia (14th- c.) performed by Owen McIntosh, Emily Lau, Camila Parias at the Church of the Advent, May 2011 as part of Emily Lau's graduate early music recital

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace
(Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi)

Where is hatred, love
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith
Where there is despair, hope
Where there is darkness, light

Oh divine master grant that I may never seek
so much to be consoled as to console
to be understood, as to understand
to be loved, as to love

It is in giving that we receive
It is in pardoning that we are pardon
(lord pardon me)
It is in dying that we receive eternal life

Composer: Emily Lau (b.1984)
www.emily-lau.com


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Ubi Caritas by Emily Lau (b. 1984)
Premiered on July 15 2012 at the Church of the Advent, Boston

Ubi caritas et amor deus ibi est.
beati misericordes quia ipsi misericordiam

Ross Wood, organ
Asako Takeushi, violin
Emily Lau, voice

Medieval English Poetry - My Lief is Faren in Londe

Tune by Peter Walker
arr. The Broken Consort

www.thebrokenconsort.com

Live in Boston, 2014

Peter Walker
Emily Lau
Sarah Moyer
Camila Parias
Christopher Preston Thompson
Niccolo Seligmann

Two poems:

My lief is faren in londe -
Allas, why is she so?
And I am so sore bonde
I may nat come her to.
She hath myn herte in holde
Wherever she ride or go -
With trewe love a thousand folde.

World's Bliss - translated by Peter Walker

Worldes blis ne last no THROW,
hit WIT ant WEND a-wey a-non;
The lengur that hich hit i-knowe
The lasse hic finde PRIS ther-on,
for al hit is IMEYND syd kare,
mid sorewe ant wid UUEL fare,
ant at the laste POVERE and bare
hit let mon, wen hit ginnet a-gon.
al the blisse this here ant there BI-LOUKETH at
HENDE WOP ANT MON.
Al shal gon that her mon HOWET,
al hit shal wenden to NOUT;
the mon that her no GOD NE SOWET,
wen other repen he WORTH BIKAKT.
thenc, mon, FORTHI wil thu hauest MYKTE
that thu thine GULTUS here ARIKTE,
ant WRCHE god bi day an NIKTE,
ar then thu be of LISSE ILAKT.
thu nost wanne crist ure DRIKTE
the asket that he hauet BITAKT.
Al the blisse of thiss LIUE
thu shalt, mon, HENDEN IN WEP -
of HUSE ant home ant child ant WYUE.
SELI mon tak there-of KEP!
for thu shalt al BILUEN here
the EYKTE were-of LOUERD thu were;
wen thu LIST, mon,up- on bere
ant slepest a SWYTHE DRUYE slep
ne shaltu haben wit the no FERE
butte thine WERKUS on an HEP.
Mon, wi SEESTU love ant herte
on worldes blisse that nout ne last?
wy THOLESTU that te so ofte smerte
for loue that is so unstedefast
thu LIKEST huni of thorn iwis,
that seest thi loue on worldes blis
for ful of BITTERNIS hit is.
ful sore thu mikt ben OFGAST,
that despendes here HEIKTE amis,
WER-THURTH ben in-to helle icast.
Thenc, mon, war-of crist the WROUKTE
ant do wey PRUDE ant FULTHE MOD.
thene wou DERE he the BOKTE
on RODE mit his swete blod;
him-sef he gaf for the in PRIS.
to BUGE the blis yf thu be wis.
BI-THENC the, mon, ant up aris
of SLOVTHE, an-gin to worche god
WIL time to worchen is,
for elles thu art WITLES ANT WOD.
Al day thu mikt understode
ant ti MIROUR bifor the sen,
wat si to don an to WONDEN
ant wat to holden ant to FLEN;
for al day thu sigst wid thin EGVEN
wou this world went ant wou men DEIGET.
that wite wel, that thu shalt DREIGEN
DET, al so an-other DET.
ne helput nout ther non to LIGEN,
ne may no mon BU det ageyn.
Ne wort ne god ther UNFORGULDE,
ne non uuel ne worth UNBOUKT;
wanne thu list, mon, UNDUR MOLDE
thu shalt hauen as tu hauest wrokt.
bithenc the wel forthi; hic rede,
ant clanse the of mine misdede,
that he the helpe at thine nede,
that so DURE hus haued iboukt,
ant so heuene blisse Iede
that euere LEST ant failet nout.

Amen

World's bliss lasts not a while,
It passes swiftly as the wind;
The longer bliss my heart beguiles
The less the worth I find therein,
For bliss is all bound up with care,
With sorrow and with evil fare,
Until at last it leaves you bare
And poor, when it begins to fade.
For all our bliss, both here and there,
Is but of tears and sorrow made.

All the bliss of earthly life
Shall end for you, o man, in tears -
Of house and home, of child and wife
Therefore, foolish man, take care!
For you shall leave all of it here
This wealth and all that you hold dear;
When you lie upon your bier
And sleep that dark and dreary sleep
No friend will be with you there
But all your good works in a heap.

No good deed will go unpaid,
No evil shall unpunished be;
When, o man, you're in your grave
As once you gave, you will receive.
I counsel you - think well, therefore,
And cleanse your mind of thoughts impure,
That He may be your gracious Lord,
Who at great price your soul has bought,
And bring you to your last reward
That ever lasts, and fails not.
Amen.

New Vintage: A Medieval Feast for the Senses, 2019 Fall

Long and Away, A Consort of Viols
with Emily Lau, Mezzo-Soprano

World Premiere of The Glorious Cuntata performed by The Broken Consort
Julie Bosworth (soprano solo), Meredith Ruduski (soprano), Maggie Finnegan (soprano), Kora Pavelic (alto), Jessica Schaeffer (harp)

Poetry by Lucille Clifton
Music by Emily Lau

In Praise of Menstruation is a part of The Glorious Cuntata (2017)
www.emily-lau.com

Emily Lau & The Broken Consort

Emily Lau & The Broken Consort

Julie Bosworth, voice
Justin Persichetti, percussion
Peter Lim, recorders
Jessica Korotkin, baroque cello

From the album Isle of Majesty (2019)

Agnus Dei by Emily Lau (b.1984). Performed by Owen McIntosh, Elise Groves, and Emily Lau at the Church of the Advent, Boston, on May 14th 2011

Notre Dame Organum
The Broken Consort