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- Contributor: Paolo Pandolfo (submitted 2015-07-12). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 627 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Scanned score of arr. for unison voices with piano (3-way divisi at end).
General Information
Title: Coro di Crociati e Pellegrini "O Signore dal tetto natio" from I Lombardi (Act IV)
Composer: Giuseppe Verdi
Lyricist: Temistocle Soleracreate page
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SATTBB
Genre: Secular, Opera
Language: Italian
Instruments: Orchestra
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External websites:
- I Lombardi alla prima crociata at IMSLP
Original text and translations
Italian text
O Signore, dal tetto natio
ci chiamasti con santa promessa;
noi siam corsi all’invito d’un pio,
giubilando per l’aspro sentier.
Ma la fronte avvilita e di messa
hanno i servi già baldi e valenti.
Deh non far che ludibrio alle genti
sieno, Cristo, i tuoi fidi guerrier!
Oh, fresc’ aure volanti sui vaghi
ruscelletti de’ prati lombardi,
fonti eterne! purissimi laghi!
oh vigneti in dorati dal sol!
Do no infausto crudele è la mente
che vi pinge si veri agli sguardi
ed al labbro più duro e cocente
fa la sabbia d’un arido suol!