"Composed expressly for the Birmingham Musical Festival, 1900."
Jesu, Maria, I am near to death -- Kyrie Eleison -- Rouse thee, my fainting soul -- Be merciful, be gracious; spare him, Lord -- Sanctus fortis, sanctus Deus -- I can no more -- Rescue him, o Lord, in this his evil hour -- Novissima hora est -- Proficiscere anima Christiana -- Go, in the name of angels and archangels -- I went to sleep; and now I am refreshed -- My work is done, my task is o'er -- All hail, my child and brother, hail! -- Lowborn clods of brute earth -- It is the restless panting of their being -- Mind bold and independent -- I see not those false spirits -- Praise to the holiest in the height -- Sound is like the rushing of the wind -- Glory to Him -- They sing of thy approaching agony -- But hark! a grand mysterious harmony -- And now the threshold as we traverse it -- Praise to the holiest in the height -- Thy judgment now is near -- Jesu! by that shuddering dread which fell on thee -- Be merciful, be gracious, spare him, Lord -- Praise to His name -- Take me away -- Lord, thou hast been our refuge -- Softly and gently, dearly-ransomed soul -- Lord, thou hast been our refuge -- Praise to the holiest