| # | Title | Artist | Rating | Length |
|---|
| 1 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Symphony | Henry Purcell | | 9:37 |
| 2 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hail, bright Cecilia | Henry Purcell | | 4:43 |
| 3 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hark! Hark! Each tree its silence breaks | Henry Purcell | | 3:59 |
| 4 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 'Tis Nature's voice: thro' all the moving wood of creatures understood | Henry Purcell | | 4:13 |
| 5 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Soul of the world! inspir'd by thee the jarring seeds of matter did agree | Henry Purcell | | 2:33 |
| 6 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Thou tun'st this world below, the spheres above | Henry Purcell | | 5:13 |
| 7 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 With that sublime celestial lay dare any eahtly songs compare? | Henry Purcell | | 3:06 |
| 8 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Wondrous machine! to thee the warbling lute, though us'd to conquest | Henry Purcell | | 2:16 |
| 9 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 The airy violin and lofty viol quit the field | Henry Purcell | | 1:22 |
| 10 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 In vain the am'rous flute and soft guitar jointly labour to inspire | Henry Purcell | | 6:18 |
| 11 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 The fife and all the harmony of war in vain attempt the passions to alarm | Henry Purcell | | 3:02 |
| 12 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Let these among themselves contest which can discharge its single duty best | Henry Purcell | | 2:32 |
| 13 | Hail, bright Cecilia, Z328 Hail, bright Cecilia | Henry Purcell | | 4:26 |
| 14 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Ouverture | Henry Purcell | | 4:10 |
| 15 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Come, ye sons of art, away | Henry Purcell | | 2:00 |
| 16 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Sound the trumpet till around you make the listening shores rebound | Henry Purcell | | 2:28 |
| 17 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Come, come, ye sons of art, come, come away | Henry Purcell | | 1:23 |
| 18 | Come, ye sons orfart, away, Z323 Strike the viol, touch the lute | Henry Purcell | | 4:45 |
| 19 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 The day that such a blessing gave no common festival should be | Henry Purcell | | 2:33 |
| 20 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 Bid the virtues, bid the Graces to the sacred shrine repair | Henry Purcell | | 3:32 |
| 21 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 These are the sacred charms that shield her daring hero in the field | Henry Purcell | | 1:41 |
| 22 | Come, ye sons of art, away, Z323 See Nature, rejoicing has shown us the way | Henry Purcell | | 2:59 |