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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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Studio Master: CDA67998Studio Master FLAC & ALAC downloads available
A second volume of music from the Conductus repertory—the least-known genre of medieval music—performed by three singers who combine expert knowledge of the music with voices of unearthly beauty.» More
Excutere de pulvere, Dum opus est remedio, Qui turpiter et temere Laces in sterquilinio; Surge, curre pro bravio, Dum potes apprehendere, Viam querens in invio Malorum reminiscere. Ad patriam revertere, Cum penitente filio.
Homo vilis materie, Surge de mortis tumulo, Dum spes est adhuc venie, Te subtrahe periculo; Metire cordis oculo Tue statum miserie, Qui totus es in pendulo Et langueat cotidie, Fides iacens extrarie, Quia caret cubiculo.
Ne vasa contumelie Reprobentur a figulo, Dum sub obscura specie Videmus ut in speculo, In hoc vite curriculo Mundemur multifarie, Sed in cordis latibulo De sinibus scientie Procedat fumus hostie, Ne fiat coram populo.
Rise up from the dust For a remedy is essential, You who are basely and rashly Lying in the dung-heap; Arise, run for the prize, While you may still grasp it; Seeking the way among false paths, Take heed of evils! Return to your father’s house, With the penitent son.
Man made of vile clay, Arise from your mound of death, While there is yet hope of pardon Withdraw yourself from danger; Measure with your heart’s eye The state of your wretchedness, You who are wholly in the balance And daily languish; Faith lies alienated, For it has no abiding place.
Let not the vases of dishonour Be condemned by the potter; While beneath a dim shadow We see as in a glass; In this course of life We are cleansed in many ways, But let the smoke of the sacrifice Arise in the secret recesses of the heart, From the inner worlds of wisdom, And let it not be performed before the people.