Commissioned by Help Musicians UK for the 2014 Festival of Saint Cecilia with funds provided by the RVW Trust and first performed by the combined choirs of Westminster Cathedral, Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's Cathedral, directed by Martin Baker, Director of Music, Westminster Cathedral, on 19th November 2014.

  • SATB
  • SATB (with divisions and soli)
  • 4 min

Programme Note

Premiered by the combined choirs of Westminster Cathedral, Westminster Abbey and St. Paul’s Cathedral, conducted by Martin Baker at Westminster Cathedral as part of the Musicians' Company Festival of St. Cecelia on 19th November 2014.

It was such an honour to be asked to write the anthem for this year's Festival of Saint Cecelia, and I’m so looking forward to the service on the 19th November at Westminster Cathedral in which it will premiered: I’ve never written for such a large choir! (the combined choirs of Westminster Cathedral, Westminster Abbey and St. Paul’s Cathedral).

The theme of this year’s festival is It’ll All be over by Christmas (a reference to the general view of people in the UK at the start of World War I). The challenge for me was to write a new work which related to this theme, but at the same time would fit into a religious service (and ideally have a performance life in the future in both religious and non-religious contexts). Coming from an international music school which largely ignored any form of religious education (and having never sung in a choir like many of my friends at university) I have to say my lack of knowledge about matters liturgical slightly terrified me at the beginning of this commission! But Martin Baker and Father Alexander (at Westminster Cathedral) were incredibly helpful, suggesting that as a starting point I look to the Psalms for inspiration.

Psalm 6 struck me immediately, and to me it seemed as if some of the passages could have been uttered by men in the trenches as the hope of being home by Christmas rapidly disolved into the mud:

LORD, rebuke me not in thine indignation : neither chasten me in thy displeasure. Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak : O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed. My soul also is sore troubled : but, Lord, how long wilt thou punish me?
Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul : O save me for thy mercy's sake.

​Despite my lack of religious background, I have actually written quite a lot of church music, as it is (in many cases) the direct addressing of God in the texts that seems so incredibly emotive to me, so full of love, despair, hope - all the emotions that can so powerfully be expressed in vocal music, and are universal, whether sacred or secular in context.​

My new anthem was also directly inspired by attending a service at Westminster Cathedral - hearing Father Alexander and the choir perform the Responsorial Psalms was the main influence for the opening of my work (which, in the mindset of beginning the anthem conjured up many ideas about the individual and the masses in times of war - how the voice of one ‘soldier’ could gradually be added to until an entire ‘army’ (in my mind’s eye) were pleading to God for mercy). Thus in my new work, the opening is for a solo tenor, with individual voices being added until the words "how long” where the whole choir joins in and repeats and repeats these words in a supplication which could just as easily apply to the conflicts of today as to a war which went way beyond the Christmas of 1914.​

Text:

O LORD, rebuke me not in thine indignation, neither chasten me in thy displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am weak; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are vexed.
My soul also is sore troubled: but, LORD, how long wilt thou punish me?
Turn thee, O LORD, and deliver my soul; O save me, for thy mercy's sake.
For in death no man remembereth thee; and who will give thee thanks in the pit?
I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed, and water my couch with my tears.
My beauty is gone for very trouble, and worn away because of all mine enemies.
Away from me, all ye that work iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The LORD hath heard my petition; the LORD will receive my prayer.
All mine enemies shall be confounded, and sore vexed; they shall be turned back, and put to shame suddenly.