Leland Spindler, Director
Mark Johnson, Piano
Dr. Seth Bott, Organ
Reaching for Heaven
Leland Spindler, Director
Mark Johnson, Piano
Dr. Seth Bott, Organ
Michael Maybrick (1844 - 1913)
arr. Leland Spindler
Last night I lay a sleeping,
There came a dream so fair,
I stood in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there.
I heard the children singing,
And ever as they sang,
Methought the voice of angels
From Heav’n in answer rang;
Methought the voice of angels
From Heav’n in answer rang.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna to your king!
And then methought my dream was changed,
The streets no longer rang,
Hushed were the glad hosannas
The little children sang.
The sun grew dark with mystery,
The morn was cold and chill,
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill,
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Hark! how the angels sing,
Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna to your king.
And once again the scene was changed,
New earth there seemed to be,
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tideless sea;
The light of God was on its streets,
The gates were open wide,
And all who would might enter,
And no one was denied.
No need of moon or stars by night,
Or sun to shine by day,
It was the new Jerusalem,
That would not pass away,
It was the new Jerusalem,
That would not pass away.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, for the night is o’er!
Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna for evermore!
Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna for evermore!
Dan Forrest (b. 1978)
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est
Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor
Exultemus, et in ipso iucundemur
Timeamus, et amemus Deum vivum
Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est
Simul ergo cum in unum congregamur:
Ne nos mente dividamur, caveamus
Cessent iurgia maligna, cessent lites
Et in medio nostri sit Christus Deus
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est
Simul quoque cum beatis videamus
Glorianter vultum tuum, Christe Deus:
Gaudium quod est immensum, atque probum
Saecula per infinita saeculorum. Amen
(Where there is charity and love, God is also
The love of Christ has gathered us into one
Let us exult, and in Him be joyful
Let us fear and let us love the living God
And from a sincere heart let us love each other
Where there is charity and love, God is also
Therefore, whensoever we are gathered as one:
Lest we in mind be divided, let us beware
Let cease malicious quarrels, let strife give way
And in the midst of us be Christ our God
Where there is charity and love, God is also
Together also with the blessed may we see,
Gloriously, Thy countenance, O Christ our God:
A joy which is immense, and upright
Through infinite ages. Amen.)
Luacine Clark Fox (1914 - 2002)
adapted by Leland Spindler and Evan Moss
If ye would know me,
Love one another
I shall be with you,
Love one another
Herein is true love,
God's great sacrifice
His only Son,
That you may have lasting life
Now there were in the upper chamber
Jesus and His disciples
There to eat the supper of the passover,
E'er the end should come
Then Jesus looked in their faces
And unto them, to them he spake:
As I have loved you,
Love one another
This new commandment:
Love one another
By this shall men know
Ye are my disciples
If ye have love one to another
Melanie M. Hoffman (b. 2007)
arr. Johnny C. Leavitt
Jesus climbed the hill to the Garden still;
His steps were heavy and slow.
Love and a prayer took Him there
to the place only He could go.
Gethsemane! Jesus loves me,
So He went willingly to Gethsemane.
He felt all that was sad, wicked, or bad,
all the pain we would ever know.
While His friends were asleep, He fought to keep
His promise made long ago.
Gethsemane! Jesus loves me,
So He went willingly to Gethsemane.
The hardest thing that ever was done,
The greatest pain that ever was known,
The biggest battle that ever was won—
This was done by Jesus!
The fight was won by Jesus!
Gethsemane! Jesus loves me,
So He gave this gift to me
In Gethsemane.
Gethsemane! Jesus loves me,
So He gives this gift to me
From Gethsemane.
Passion Chorale
Hans Leo Hassler (1564 - 1612)
arr. Joel Raney
O sacred Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded
With thorns, Thine only crown.
O sacred Head, what glory,
What bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call Thee mine.
What language shall I borrow
To thank Thee, dearest Friend,
For this, Thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever!
And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for Thee.
Afro-American Spiritual
arr. Steven Sametz
Kaʻimiloa Ruberson, tenor
Calvary, Calvary,
Surely he died on Calvary.
Can't you hear him calling His Father?
Surely he died on Calvary.
Hear him saying "It is finished?"
Surely he died on Calvary.
Michael Haydn (1737 - 1806)
Tenebrae factae sunt,
dum crucifixissent Jesum Judaei:
et circa horam nonam
exclamavit Jesus voce magna:
Deus meus, ut quid me dereliquisti?
Et inclinato capite, emisit spiritum.
Exclamans Jesus voce magna, ait:
Pater, in manus tuas commendo spiritum meum!
(Darkness fell over earth
when the Jews crucified Jesus.
And around the ninth hour,
Jesus cried with a loud voice:
"My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
And while bowing His head, He delivered His Spirit.
Jesus cried with a loud voice and said,
"Father, Into Thy hands I commend my spirit!")
From Messa da Requiem
Giuseppe Verdi (1813 - 1901)
Dies irae, dies illa
solvet saeclum in favilla,
teste David cum Sibylla.
Quantus tremor est futurus,
quando judex est venturus,
cuncta stricte discussurus?
(A day of wrath; on that day,
the world will dissolve into glowing ashes,
as told by David and Sibyl.
What trembling will there be,
when the Judge shall come
to examine everything in strict justice)
arr. James C. Kasen (b. 1956)
(instrumental only)
Christ the Lord is ris’n today, Alleluia!
Sons of men and angels say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heav’ns, and earth reply, Alleluia!
Love’s redeeming work is done, Alleluia!
Fought the fight, the vict’ry won, Alleluia!
Jesus’ agony is o’er, Alleluia!
Darkness veils the earth no more, Alleluia!
Lives again our glorious King, Alleluia!
Where, O death, is now thy sting? Alleluia!
Once he died our souls to save, Alleluia!
Where thy victory, O grave? Alleluia!
Robert H. Young (1923 - 2011)
Who is He on yonder tree,
Prays in grief and agony?
'Tis the Lord! O wondrous story!
'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall;
Crown Him! Crown Him, Lord of all!
Who is He, when crowned with thorns,
Bears all mocking, hate, and scorn?
Who is He in Calvary's throes,
Asks for blessings on His foes?
Who is He who from the grave
Comes to seek, and help, and save?
At His feet we humbly fall;
Crown Him! Crown Him, Lord of all!
Horatio Parker (1863 - 1919)
arr. Dan Forrest
Rejoice, the Lord is King!
Your Lord and King adore!
Mortals, give thanks and sing
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart! Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Lift up your heart! Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
The Lord, the Savior, reigns,
The God of truth and love.
When he had purged our stains,
He took his seat above.
Lift up your heart! Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Lift up your heart! Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
His kingdom cannot fail;
He rules o’er earth and heav’n.
The keys of death and hell
To Christ the Lord are giv’n.
Lift up your heart! Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Lift up your heart! Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!
Joachim Neander (1650-1680)
arr. Zane Harker
He is risen, He is risen!
He hath opened heaven's gate:
We are free from sin's dark prison,
Risen to a holier state;
And a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream
Come, with high and holy hymning,
Chant our Lord's triumphant lay;
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Woman, why weepest thou?
Because they have taken away my Lord.
Whom seekest thou?
(He is not here)
Oh, tell me where thou hast laid Him,
And I will take Him away
Go to my brethren and say,
I ascend unto my Father, and to my God,
And to your God.
The Lord is risen today!
He is risen, He is risen!
Tell it out with joyful voice.
He has burst his three days' prison;
Let the whole wide earth rejoice:
Death is conquered, man is free,
Christ has won the victory.
Paul Cardall (b. 1973)
(instrumental only)
I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead.
He lives, my ever-living Head.
He lives to bless me with his love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.
He lives to grant me rich supply.
He lives to guide me with his eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.
He lives, my kind, wise heav’nly Friend.
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing.
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives and grants me daily breath.
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare.
He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”
He lives! All glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!”
Rowland H. Prichard (1811 - 1887)
arr. Mack Wilberg
Love divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heav’n, to earth come down
Fix in us thy humble dwelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown!
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art;
Visit us with thy salvation,
Enter ev'ry trembling heart
Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit
Into ev’ry troubled breast!
Let us all in thee inherit;
Let us find thy promised rest.
Take away the love of sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty
Come, Almighty, to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,
Nevermore thy temples leave
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy perfect love
Finish, then, thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see thy great salvation,
Perfectly restored in thee;
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heav’n we take our place,
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love and praise!