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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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Lord, what is man, lost man, that thou should’st be So mindful of him, that the Son of God Forsook his glory, his abode, To become a poor tormented man? The deity was shrunk into a span, And that for me, O wondrous love, for me. Reveal, ye glorious spirits, when ye knew The way the Son of God took to renew Lost man, your vacant places to supply, Blest spirits, tell, Which did excel, Which was more prevalent, Your joy or your astonishment, That man should be assum’d into the deity, That for a worm a God should die? O for a quill drawn from your wing To write the praises of eternal love; O for a voice like yours to sing That anthem here which once you sang above. Hallelujah.