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LYRICS:
Don't let me grow bitter I pray
Give me strength to carry on my way
I'm leanin' on you like a wooden cane
While I'm walkin' through
I'm walkin' through the valley of pain

I'm believin' there's a reason for this trial
This too shall pass in a little while
Oh Lord, Have mercy if I complain
While I'm walkin' through,
I'm walkin' through a valley of pain
While I'm walkin' through,
I'm walkin' through a valley of pain

Won't you bathe me in a river of my tears
Whisper hope and truth and courage in my ears
When I'm hurting I have a dangerous tongue
I'll lose it and use it like a gun
Lord, stop me if you see me takin' aim
While I'm walkin' through,
I'm walkin' through a valley of pain
I'm walkin' through,
I'm walkin' through a valley of pain
I'm walkin' through,
I'm walkin' through a valley of pain

--- Instrumental ---

Bathe me in a river of my tears
Whisper hope and truth and courage in my ears
Remind me when I reach the other side
I'll be thankful for every tear that I cried

Don't let me become bitter I pray
Give me strength to carry on my way
Don't let the darkness drive me insane
While I'm walkin' through,
Walkin' through a valley of pain
I'm walkin' through,
I'm walkin' through a valley of pain
While I'm walkin' through,
I'm walkin' through a valley of pain...

--- Instrumental to fade ---

LYRICS:
It's eating me away
I said to God
It's rotting in my mind
It's like a cancer
Is there anything, anything at all to numb the nothingness
I need a reason to breathe
It's eating me away
It's eating me away

Save me from my rage
And my humanity
I'm more nothing than being
Is this my legacy?
Feel it eating me away
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

It's eating me away
It nibbles at my brain
The question of my existence
And the matter of pain
I shake my fist, I shake my fist
At the cosmos and my insignificance
I need a reason to breathe
It's eating me away

All that I am, all that I want, all that I lack
Come on and save me
Come on and save me

Save me from my rage
And my humanity
I'm more nothing than being
Is this my legacy
Feel it eating me away

All that I am, all that I want, all that I lack
Come on and save me
All that I am, all that I want, all that I lack
Come on and save me

It's eating me away

Save me from my rage
And my humanity
I'm more nothing than being
Is this my legacy
Feel it eating me away
Yeah, yeah

Veni Creator Spiritus is a traditional Latin Christian hymn believed to have been written by Rabanus Maurus, a ninth-century German monk, teacher, archbishop, and saint. When the original Latin text is used, it is normally sung to a Gregorian Chant tune first known from Kempten Abbey around the year 1000

VENI IMMANUEL was originally music for a Requiem Mass in a fifteenth-century French Franciscan Processional. Thomas Helmore (b. Kidderminster, Worcestershire, England, 1811; d. Westminster, London, England, 1890) adapted this chant tune and published it in Part II of his The Hymnal Noted (1854)

Lobo's most famous work is the motet Versa est in luctum, which he composed upon the death of Phillip II of Spain in 1598. In Spanish liturgical tradition at the time, it was customary for a sermon to be preached at the end of the Requiem mass, before administering the last rites. In some instances, a motet was sung between the oration and the absolution. Lobo's Versa est in luctum is such a piece.

Lobo's work is for six voices, and shows the great salient features of Spanish liturgical music at the time. The composer's ideal is to intensify the meaning of the text, which was in line with the aims of the Counter-Reformation. The text vividly describes poetic imagery of heavenly harps, organs and voices in songful mourning. Out of the slow river of beautiful notes, stunning phrases sometimes emerge, or bold homophonic internal gestures divert the forward motion somewhat. The full choir is present almost throughout, and Lobo creates, with his wall of gorgeous sound, an appropriately majestic work of mourning.

TEXT
LYRICS
Versa est in luctum cithara mea, My harp is turned to grieving
et organum meum in vocem flentium. and my flute to the voice of those who weep
Parce mihi Domine, Spare me, O Lord,
nihil enim sunt dies mei. for my days are as nothing

This is an eleventh century resurrectional hymn of the Catholic Church. It was included in the Missale Romanum of the Council of Trent.
The Latin lyrics and English translation:
Victimae paschali laudes
immolent Christiani.


Agnus redemit oves:

Christus innocens Patri
reconciliavit peccatores.


Mors et vita duello
conflixere mirando:

dux vitae mortuus,
regnat vivus.


Dic nobis Maria,
quid vidisti in via?


Sepulcrum Christi viventis,
et gloriam vidi resurgentis:


Angelicos testes,
sudarium, et vestes.


Surrexit Christus spes mea:
praecedet suos in Galilaeam.


[Credendum est magis soli
Mariae veraci

Quam Judaeorum Turbae fallaci.]


Scimus Christum surrexisse
a mortuis vere:

tu nobis, victor Rex, miserere.



Christians, to the Paschal victim
offer your thankful praises!


A lamb the sheep redeemeth:

Christ, who only is sinless,
reconcileth sinners to the Father.


Death and life have contended
in that combat stupendous:

the Prince of life, who died,
reigns immortal.


Speak, Mary, declaring
what thou sawest, wayfaring:


"The tomb of Christ, who is living,
the glory of Jesus' resurrection;


"Bright angels attesting,
the shroud and napkin resting.


"Yea, Christ my hope is arisen;
to Galilee he will go before you."


[Happy they who bear the witness

Mary's word believing
above the tales of Jewry deceiving.]


Christ indeed from death is risen,
our new life obtaining;

have mercy, victor King, ever reigning!