Chant School
by FlorianiLove Gregorian Chant but can't sing it? The Chant School podcast is designed to help you sing the ancient chants of the Church with ease. In the Chant School, you will learn the most ancient melodies and texts in the Christian tradition. St. Hugh of Cluny once spoke of how the learning, practicing, and singing of Gregorian chant is a sure way to grow in holiness, in closeness to the Word, and in submission to the discipline of singing God’s praises. Floriani has taken these words to heart, and it is our intent to inspire and educate the next generation of Catholic musicians in the spirit of this beautiful inheritance. We hope you enjoy learning how to sing Gregorian Chant -- the greatest artistic treasure of the Catholic Church!
Copyright: Floriani 2021
Episodes
Iam Christus Astra Ascenderat | A Hymn for Pentecost
14m · PublishedLink to Music
1. Now Christ, ascending whence He came,
Had mounted o'er the starry frame,
The Holy Ghost on man below,
The Father's promise, to bestow.
2. The solemn time was drawing nigh,
Replete with heav'nly mystery,
On seven days' sevenfold circles borne,
That first and blessed Whitsunmorn.
3. When the third hour shone all around,
There came a rushing mighty sound,
And told the Apostles, while in prayer,
That, as was promised, God was there.
4. Forth from the Father's light it came,
That beautiful and kindly flame:
To fill with fervor of His word
The spirits faithful to their Lord.
5. With joy the Apostles' breasts are fired,
By God the Holy Ghost inspired:
And straight, in divers kinds of speech,
The wondrous works of God they preach.
6. To men of every race they speak,
Alike Barbarian, Roman, Greek:
From the same lips, with awe and fear,
All men their native accents hear.
7. But Juda's sons, e'en faithless yet,
With mad infuriate rage beset,
To mock Christ's followers com-
As drunken all with new-made wine.
8. When lo! with signs and mighty deeds,
Stands Peter in the midst, and pleads;
Confounding their malignant lie
By Joel's ancient prophecy.
9. To God the Father let us sing,
To God the Son, our risen King,
And equally let us adore
The Spirit, God for evermore.
Salutis Humanae Sator | A Hymn for the Ascension
14m · PublishedLink to Music
- Hail, Thou who man’s Redeemer art, Jesu, the joy of every heart; Great Maker of the world’s wide frame, And purest love’s delight and flame:
- What nameless mercy Thee o’ercame, To bear out load of sin and shame? For guiltless, Thou Thy life didst give, That sinful erring man might live.
- The realms of woe are forced by Thee, Its captives from their chains set free; And Thou, amid Thy ransomed train, At God’s right hand dost victor reign.
- Let mercy sweet with Thee prevail, To cure the wounds we now bewail; Oh, bless us with Thy holy sight, And fill us with eternal light.
- Our guide, our way to heavenly rest, Be Thou the aim of every breast; Be Thou the soother of our tears, Our sweet reward above the spheres.
Claro Paschali Gaudio | In This Our Bright and Paschal Day
13m · PublishedLink to Music
IN THIS our bright and Paschal day
the sun shines out with purer ray,
when Christ, to earthly sight made plain,
the glad Apostles see again.
The wounds, the riven wounds he shows
in that his flesh with light that glows,
in loud accord both far and nigh
the Lord's arising testify.
O Christ, the King who lovest to bless,
do thou our hearts and souls possess;
to thee our praise that we may pay,
to whom our laud is due for aye.
Aurora Lucis Rutilat | Light's Glittering Morn Bedecks the Sky
10m · PublishedLink to Music
Light's glittering morn bedecks the sky,
heaven thunders forth its victor cry,
the glad earth shouts its triumph high,
and groaning hell makes wild reply:
2 While he, the King of glorious might,
treads down death's strength in death's despite,
and trampling hell by victor's right,
brings forth his sleeping Saints to light.
3 Fast barred beneath the stone of late
in watch and ward where soldiers wait,
now shining in triumphant state,
He rises Victor from death's gate.
4 Hell's pains are loosed, and tears are fled;
captivity is captive led;
the Angel, crowned with light, hath said,
'The Lord is risen from the dead.'
5 O Christ, the King who lovest to bless,
do thou our hearts and souls possess;
to thee our praise that we may pay,
to whom our laud is due for aye.]
Ad Cenam Agni Providi | At the Feast of the Lamb
12m · PublishedLink to Music
1. The Lamb's high banquet we await
in snow-white robes of royal state:
and now, the Red Sea's channel past,
to Christ our Prince we sing at last.
2. Upon the Altar of the Cross
His Body hath redeemed our loss:
and tasting of his roseate Blood,
our life is hid with Him in God.
3. That Paschal Eve God's arm was bared,
the devastating Angel spared:
by strength of hand our hosts went free
from Pharaoh's ruthless tyranny.
4. Now Christ, our Paschal Lamb, is slain,
the Lamb of God that knows no stain,
the true Oblation offered here,
our own unleavened Bread sincere.
5. O Thou, from whom hell's monarch flies,
O great, O very Sacrifice,
Thy captive people are set free,
and endless life restored in Thee.
6. For Christ, arising from the dead,
from conquered hell victorious sped,
and thrust the tyrant down to chains,
and Paradise for man regains.
7. We pray Thee, King with glory decked,
in this our Paschal joy, protect
from all that death would fain effect
Thy ransomed flock, Thine own elect.
8. To Thee who, dead, again dost live,
all glory Lord, Thy people give;
all glory, as is ever meet,
to Father and to Paraclete. Amen.
Vidi Aquam | I Saw Water Flowing Out of the Temple
11m · PublishedLink to Music
I saw water flowing out of the Temple, from its right side, Alleluia:
And all to whom this water came were saved, And they shall say: Alleluia, Alleluia.
Regina Caeli Solemn Tone | Queen of Heaven, Rejoice!
15m · PublishedLink to Music
O QUEEN of heaven rejoice! alleluia:
For He whom thou didst merit to bear, alleluia,
Hath arisen as he said, alleluia.
Pray for us to God, alleluia.
Crux Fidelis | O Faithful Cross!
18m · PublishedLink to Music
Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle,[1] With completed victory rife: And above the Cross's trophy Tell the triumph of the strife: How the world's Redeemer conquer'd By surrendering of His Life.
God his Maker, sorely grieving That the first-made Adam fell, When he ate the fruit of sorrow, Whose reward was death and hell, Noted then this Wood, the ruin Of the ancient wood to quell.
For the work of our Salvation Needs would have his order so, And the multiform deceiver's Art by art would overthrow, And from thence would bring the med'cine Whence the insult of the foe.
Wherefore, when the sacred fulness Of th' appointed time was come, This world's Maker left His Father, Sent the Heavenly Mansion from, And proceeded, God Incarnate, Of the Virgin's Holy Womb.
Weeps the Infant in the manger That in Bethlehem's stable stands; And His Limbs the Virgin Mother Doth compose in swaddling bands, Meetly thus in linen folding Of her God the feet and hands.
Thirty years among us dwelling, His appointed time fulfill'd, Born for this, He meets his Passion, For that this He freely will'd: On the Cross the Lamb is lifted, Where His life-blood shall be spilled.
He endured the nails, the spitting, Vinegar, and spear, and reed; From that Holy Body broken Blood and water forth proceed: Earth, and stars, and sky, and ocean, By that flood from stain are freed.
Faithful Cross! above all other, One and only noble tree! None in foliage, none in blossom, None in fruit thy peers may be: Sweetest Wood, and sweetest Iron! Sweetest Weight is hung on thee.
Bend thy boughs, O Tree of Glory! Thy relaxing sinews bend; For awhile the ancient rigour, That thy birth bestowed, suspend; And the King of Heavenly Beauty On thy bosom gently tend!
Thou alone wast counted worthy This world's ransom to uphold; For a shipwrecked race preparing Harbour, like the Ark of old; With the sacred Blood anointed From the smitten Lamb that roll'd.[2]
To the Trinity be glory Everlasting, as is meet: Equal to the Father, equal To the Son, and Paraclete: Trinal Unity, Whose praises All created things repeat. Amen.
Hosanna Filio David | Antiphon for the Blessing of the Palms
6m · PublishedLink to Music
Te Decet Laus | Monastic Doxology
7m · PublishedLink to MusicToday we learn a short doxology -- sung in Monasteries and the Eastern Rites of the Church -- dating back to the 4th century!
Thou art worthy of praise, thou art worthy of hymns, to Thee be glory: to God the Father and the Son with the Holy Ghost, world without end. Amen.
Chant School has 116 episodes in total of non- explicit content. Total playtime is 45:56:33. The language of the podcast is English. This podcast has been added on July 30th 2022. It might contain more episodes than the ones shown here. It was last updated on May 18th, 2024 09:11.