Women's Chorus
Salmo 150
Ernani Aguiar (b.1950)
Láudate Dóminum in sánctis éius
Láudate éum in firmaménto virtútis éius
Láudate éum in vertútibus éius
Láudate éum secúndum multitúdinem magnitúdis
Magnitúdinis éius, magnitúdinis éius
Láudate éum in sóno tubae
Láudate éum in psaltério et cithara
Láudate Dóminum in sánctis éuis
Láudate éum in firmaménto virtútis éius
Láudate éum in timpano et chóro
Láudate éum in chórdis et orgáno
Láudate éum in cymbalis benesonántibus
Láudate éum in cymbalis jubilatiónis
Jubilatiónis, jubilatiónis, jubilatiónis
Omnis spiritus láudet Dóminum
Láudate Dóminum, Láudate Dóminum,
Láudate Dóminum, Láudate Dóminum,
Alleluia!
Praise ye the Lord.
Praise God in his sanctuary
praise him in the firmament of his power.
Praise him for his mighty acts:
praise him according to his excellent greatness.
Praise him with the sound of the trumpet:
praise him with the psaltery and harp.
Praise him with the timbrel and dance:
praise him with stringed instruments and organs.
Praise him upon the loud cymbals:
praise him upon the high sounding cymbals.
Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.
Praise ye the Lord.
Rise, My Soul
Traditional Folk Hymn
arr. Susan LaBarr
Rise my soul, and take thy wings, thy better portion trace,
Rise from transitory things toward heaven, thy native place.
Sun and moon and stars decay, time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise my soul, and haste away to seats prepared above.
Rivers to the ocean run, nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun, both speed them to their source.
So a soul that’s born of God longs to view his glorious face,
Forward tends to his abode, to rest in his embrace
Fly me riches, fly me cares, whilst I that coast explore;
Flattering world with all thy snares, solicit me no more.
Pilgrims fix not here their home; strangers tarry but a night.
When the last dear mornin is come, they’ll rise to joyful light.
Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season and you know happy entrance will be given,
All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven.
In caelum fero
From Adiemus
Karl Jenkins (b. 1944)
Hymn Medley
arr. Kathryn Smith
Annie Jones, flute
Men's Chorus
I Love the Lord
Jean Sibelius (1865-1957)
arr. Ronald Staheli
I love the Lord. In Him my soul delights.
Upon His word, I ponder day and night.
He's hear my cry, brought visions to my sleep,
And kept me safe o'er deserts and the deep.
He's filled my heart with His consumming love,
And borne me high on wigns of His great dove.
Yet oft I groan, "O wretched man am I!"
My flesh is weak and I'm encompassed by
A world of sin, which holds me in its thrall,
If I give in and to temptations fall.
Then strength grows slack, I waste in sorrow's vale,
My peace destroyed, My enemies prevail.
Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin
Rejoice, my heart! And let me praise again,
O let me praise The Lord my God, who is my rock and stay
To keep me strict upon His straight, plain way.
O let me shake at the first sight of sin.
And thus escape my foes without and in.
I love the Lord. In Him my soul delights.
Danny Boy
Traidional Irish
arr. Mckay Crockett
Andrew Thibadeau, tenor
Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen, and down the mountainside,
The summer's gone and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'Tis you must go and I must hide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow,
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in the shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so!
When winter's come, and all the flow'rs are dying,
and I am dead, so dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me
But I shall hear, though soft you tread aboeve me,
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
And you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shale sleep in peace until you come to me!
Oh, Danny B oy, the stream flows cool and slowly,
And pipe still call and echo 'cross the glen,
Your broken mother sighs and feel so lowly,
For you have not returned to smile again.
So if you've died and crossed the stream before us,
We pray that angels met you on the shore,
And you'll look down, and gently you'll implore us
To live so we may see your smiling face once more.
Highland Cathedral
Traidional Scottish
arr. Daniel McDavitt
There is a land far from this distand shore.
Where purple heather blooms and eagles soar,
There will my highland heart find joy once more,
Oh, how I long for thee, my homeland.
High as the eagle over Nevis' snow.
Deep as Loch Lomond strong as Tay in flow,
There lies the place I'll hold forevermore.
Deep in my Heart my bonnie homeland.
Though I've traveled far away,
I long for thy hills, thy straths and thy braes.
Hoping, longing for the day
When I can return once more.
Oh, to be where my spirit's free,
Where loving faces welcome me,
Fondest mem'ries beckon me,
To set my sails for home.
Redeemer (after I Know That My Redeemer Lives)
Lux Chamber Orchestra
Lewis D. Edwards (1856-1921)
arr. Paul Cardall, Steven Sharp Nelson
Women's Chorus
For Good
From Wicked
Stephen Schwartz (b. 1948)
arr. Mac Huff
Micaela Wilson, alto
Gentri Glaittli, alto
Susan Garver, soprano
I've heard it said that people come into our lives
For a reason, bringing something we must learn.
And we are led to those who help us most to grow,
If we let them, and we help them in return.
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today because I knew you
Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun,
Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood,
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you, I have been changed for good.
It well may be that we will never meet again
In this lifetime, so let me say before we part:
So much of me is made of what I learned from you,
You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend.
Like a ship blown from its mooring by a wind off the sea,
Like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood,
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you, I have been changed for good
And just to clear the air, I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for.
But then, I guess we know there's blame to share,
And none of it seems to matter anymore.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better.
And because I knew you, I have been changed for good.
Hail Holy Queen
From Sister Act
Roger Emerson (b. 1950)
arr. Marc Shaiman
Emily Appel-Barrus, soprano
Hail holy queen enthroned above, oh, Maria!
Hail mother of mercy and of love, oh, Maria!
Triumph all ye cherubim, sing with us ye seraphim,
Heaven and earth resound the hymn!
Salve, salve, salve Regina!
Our life our sweetness here below, oh, Maria!
Our hope in sorrow and in woe, oh, Maria!
Alleluia!
Mater amater intermerata,
Sanctus, sanctus, Dominus.
Virgo respice Mater adspice
Sanctus, sanctus, Dominus.
Men's Chorus
Bring Him Home
From Les Misérables
Claude-Michel Schonberg (b. 1944), Herbert Kretzmer (1925-2020),
and Alain Boubil (b. 1941)
arr. John Leavitt
Brandon Turner, tenor
God on high, hear my prayer!
In my need, you have always been there
He is young; he's afraid.
Let him rest, heaven blessed.
Bring him home!
He's like the son I might have known,
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die, one by one,
How soon they fly, on and on,
And I am old, and will be gone.
Bring him peace, bring him joy
He is young; he is only a boy.
You can take, you can give;
Let him be, let him live
If I die, let me die.
Let him live, bring him home!
Deliver Us
From Prince of Egypt
Stephen Schwartz (b. 1948)
Derek Hayashi, baritone
Randy Briggs, tenor
Bryan Nichols, tenor
With the sting of the whip on my shoulder,
With the salt of my sweat on my brow.
Elohim, God on high, can you hear your people cry?
Help us now, this dark hour.
Deliver us! Hear our call,
Deliver us! Lord of all, remember us here in this burning sand.
Deliver us! There’s a land You promised us.
Deliver us to the promised land!
Yaldi hatov veh harach.
Al tira veh al tifchad.
(My good and tender son,
Don’t be frightened and don’t be scared.)
My son, I have nothing I can give
But this chance that you might live.
I pray we’ll meet again,
If He will deliver us.
Deliver us! Hear our prayer,
Deliver us from despair!
These years of slavery grown too cruel to stand.
Deliver us! There’s a land You promised us.
Deliver us out of bondage, and
Deliver us to the promised land!
Hush now, my baby. Be still, love, don’t cry.
Sleep as you’re rocked by the stream.
Sleep and remember my last lullaby.
So I’ll be with you when you dream.
River, oh river, flow gently for me.
Such precious cargo you bear.
Do you know somewhere he can live free?
River, deliver him there.
Brother, you’re safe now, and safe may you stay,
For I have a prayer just for you.
Grow, baby brother, come back someday.
Come and deliver us too.
Deliver us! Send a shepherd to shepherd us, and
Deliver us to the promised land!
Combined
The Lord's Prayer
arr. Stephen Dugdlae
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done on earth
As it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
As we forgive our debtors,
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
For Thine is the kingdom
And the power and the glory forever.
Amen.