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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.
Hyperion offers both CDs, and downloads in a number of formats. The site is also available in several languages.
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Iactatae procellis in umbris, in undis, Afflictae gementi non quies est menti, Non, non est ulla pax. Eia in coelum, ite suspiria, Ite dicite nostra martiria.
Solve nexum pertinacem, Solve corporis ligamen, Jesu cordium levamen Trahe me post te sequacem.
Sat spinas calcavi, nunc rosas exquiro, Per umbras erravi, ad lucem aspiro. Rosa post spinas pullulet decora, Clara post noctem rutilet aurora.
Ite ergo nulla mora. Ite in coelum, ite suspiria. Ite dicite nostra martiria.
Hear us O Lord as we cry to thee, hear our sighing. O Lord, when will we dwell in thy tabernacle? When will we rejoice in your salvation? When, Lord, O when?
Ah go, sighs, up to heaven, sent from our sorrowing breast. Weary messengers of the heart, murmuring, tell of our sufferings. Go, sighs, up into heaven.
Tossed and afflicted by stormy waves in the darkness, there is no rest, no peace for our groaning minds. Ah go, sighs, up into heaven, go tell of our sufferings.
O Jesus, solace of our hearts, untie the stubborn knot, dissolve the ties of the body, draw me away, following after thee.
I have trodden enough on thorns, now I seek the roses. I have wandered through the shadows, now I desire the light. The rose blooms, beautiful after the thorns, the clear dawn glows red after the night.
Therefore with no delay, go, sighs, up into heaven, go tell of our suffering.