Charmian Bedford

Smyth: Fête Galante - Now see! The blossom

Smyth: Fête Galante - Sir, we are not alone

Smyth: Fête Galante - So Columbine has drawn her knife

Smyth: Fête Galante - Elsewhere, Madam, our guests expect you

Smyth: Fête Galante - Revelry - Heigho!

Ah, my Soul, why so dismayed, motet for 3 voices

O bone Jesu, motet for 4 voices

The Lord said unto my Lord, anthem for chorus

Above the Stars my Saviour dwells, anthem for chorus

Ah, my Soul, why so dismayed