John Broderip
(1719 - 1770)

Broderip : The beauty of Israel is slain : illustration

The beauty of Israel is slain
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It seems unlikely that this anthem could have been performed by a choir less trained than that of Broderip's own Wells Cathedral: the lack of a figured bass suggests that the anthem was intended to be performed unaccompanied. The reduction provided should ideally be used only for practice purposes.

2 Samuel, Ch. 1 was specified in the Book of Common Prayer as a proper lesson at morning prayer for 30th January, the anniversary of the execution (1649) of Charles, King and Martyr. Introduced in 1662 as part of the post-restauration settlement, the liturgies for 30th January, 29th May (Restauration Day) and 5th November (Guy Fawkes' Day) were included in the BCP until 1859.
Lyrics: 2 Samuel, Ch. 1, v.19,20,24,25

The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places: how are the mighty fall'n!
Tell it not in Gath, nor in the streets of Askelon: lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
How are the mighty fall'n!
From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty.
How are the mighty fall'n!
O Jonathan! thou wast slain upon thy high places.
How are the mighty fall'n!
Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet and other delights, who put on ornament of gold upon your apparel.
How are the mighty fall'n!