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A HOLIDAY TRADITION The North Shore Choral Society Donald Chen, conductor “Saint Nicolas” Benjamin Britten Mark Eldred Tenor Seasonal Delights Sunday, December 7, 2003 2:30 PM Saints Faith, Hope & Charity Church 191 Linden Street, Winnetka THE NSCS IS SUPPORTED IN PART BY THE ILLINOIS ARTS COUNCIL PROGRAM SAINT NICOLAS................................................ Benjamin Britten (1913—1976) Mark Eldred, Nicolas I. INTRODUCTION VI. NICOLAS FROM PRISON II. THE BIRTH OF NICOLAS VII. NICOLAS AND THE PICKLED BOYS III. NICOLAS DEVOTES HIMSELF TO GOD VIII. HIS PIETY AND MARVELOUS WORKS IV. HE JOURNEYS TO PALESTINE IX. THE DEATH OF NICOLAS V. N ICOLAS COMES TO MYRA AND IS CHOSEN BISHOP Intermission HODIE from A Ceremony of Carols ......................................... Benjamin Britten ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID’S CITY ............................ Henry J. Gauntlett (1805-1876) O COME, O COME, EMMANUEL ........................... Thomas Helmore (1811-1890) LO, HOW A ROSE E’ER BLOOMING .............. arr. Michael Praetorius (1571-1621) A BOY WA S BORN .................................................................... Benjamin Britten ALLELUIA ......................................................Randall Thompson (1899—1984) CAROL, WITH LULLABY ...............................Phillis Margaret Tate (1911—1987) SALVATOR MUNDI ............................................. William Mathias (1934—1992) SUSANNI CHRISTE, REDEMPTOR OMNIUM WELCOME, YULE The audience is invited to sing along in the following carols: DING DONG MERRILY ON HIGH ........................... arr. Charles Wood (1866-1926) ON THIS DAY ....................................................... arr. Gustav Holst (1874-1934) O COME, ALL YE FAITHFUL ................................ arr. John F. Wade (1711-1786) JOY TO THE WORLD ................................... George Frideric Handel (1685-1759) SAINT NICOLAS....................................................................... Benjamin Britten I. INTRODUCTION II. THE BIRTH OF NICOLAS Our eyes are blinded Nicolas was born in answer to prayer, by the holiness you bear. And leaping from his mother’s womb The bishop’s robe, the mitre, he cried – and the cross of gold. [the boy Nicolas] GOD BE GLORIFIED! Obscure the simple man within the Saint. Strip off your glory, Nicolas! and speak! Swaddling bands and crib awaited him there, But Nicolas clapped both his hands and [Nicolas] cried – Across the tremendous bridge [the boy Nicolas] GOD BE GLORIFIED! of sixteen hundred years, I come to stand in worship with you, Innocent and joyful, naked and fair, As I stood among my faithful He came in pride on earth to abide – congregation long ago. [the boy Nicolas] GOD BE GLORIFIED! All who knelt beside me theen are gone. Their name is dust, Water rippled Welcome! their tombs are grass and clay, in the bathtub by his side, Yet still their shining seed of faith He dived in open-eyed, he swam, he cried – survives in you! [the boy Nicolas] GOD BE GLORIFIED! It weathers time, it springs again in you! With you it stands like forest oak When he went to Church at Christmastide, Or withers with the grasses under foot. He climbed up to the font to be baptized. Preserve the living Faith GOD BE GLORIFIED! for which your fathers fought! For Faith was won Pilgrims came to kneel and pray by his side, by centuries of sacrifice, He grew in grace, And many martyrs died his name was sanctified. that you might worship God. [the boy Nicolas] GOD BE GLORIFIED! Help us, Lord! to find the hidden road Nicolas grew in innocence and pride, That leads from love to greater love, His glory spread a rainbow From faith to greater faith. round the countryside, Strengthen us, O Lord! “Nicolas will be a Saint!” Screw up our strength the neighbors cried. to serve Thee with simplicity. [Nicolas] GOD BE GLORIFIED! [Note: the part of the boy Nicolas is sung by Bruce Scavuzzo] III. NICOLAS DEVOTES HIMSELF TO GOD The sailors jeered at Nicolas, [Nicolas] My parents died. All too soon who paid them no regard, I left the tranquil beauty of their home, Until the hour of sunset came And knew the wider world of man. When up he stood and stopped their game Poor man! Of staking coins on cards. I found him solitary, racked by doubt: Born, bred, doomed to die. Nicolas spoke and prophesied In everlasting fear of everlasting death: a tempest far ahead. The foolish toy of time, The sailors scorned such words of fear, the darling of decay – Since sky and stars shone bright and clear, Hopeless, faithless, defying God. So ‘Non-sense!’ they all said. Heart-sick, in hope to mask the twisted face of poverty, Darkness was soon on top of them, I sold my lands to feed the poor. but still the South Wind blew. I gave my goods to charity. The Captain went below to sleep, But Love demanded more. and left the helmsman there to keep Heart-sick, I cast away all things that His course with one of the crew. could distract my mind From full devotion to His will; Nicolas swore he’d punish them I thrust my happiness behind. for mocking at the Lord But Love desired more still. The wind arose, the thunder roared, Heart-sick, I called on God Lightning split the waves that poured to purge my angry soul, In wild cascades on board. To be my only master, friend and guide. I begged for sweet humility. Water-spouts rose in majesty And Love was satisfied. until the ship was tossed Abaft, aback, astern, abeam, IV. HE JOURNEYS TO PALESTINE Lit by the lightning’s livid gleam Nicolas sailed for Palestine And all aboard cried ‘Lost!’ across the sunlit seas. The South-West Wind blew soft and fair, Lightning hisses through the night, Seagulls hovered through the air Blinding sight with living light! And spices scented the breeze. Ah! Spare us! Man the pumps! Axes! Ah! Everyone felt that land was near, Winds and tempests howl their cry all dangers now were past, Of battle through the raging sky! Except for one who knelt in prayer. Spare us! Lifeboats! Lower away! Fingers clasped and head quite bare, Waves repeat their angry roar Alone by the mizzenmast. Fall and spring again once more. Ah! Shorten sail! Reef her! Heave her to! Let her run before the wind! Shorten sail! Reef her! Thunder rends the sky asunder V. N ICOLAS COMES TO MYRA With its savage shout of wonder! AND IS CHOSEN BISHOP Ah! Come, stranger sent from God! Come, man of God! Pray to God! Stand foremost in our Church and serve Kneel and pray! this diocese Lightning, Thunder, Tempest, Ocean As Bishop Nicolas, our shield, our Praise their God with voice and motion. strength, our peace! Nicolas waited patiently [Nicolas] I, Nicolas, till they were on their knees Bishop of Myra and its diocese, Then down he knelt in thankfulness shall with the unfailing grace of God, Begging God their ship to bless defend his faithful servants, And make the storm to cease. comfort the widow and fatherless, and fulfil his will for this most blessed [Nicolas] O God! we are all weak, church. sinful, foolish men. Amen! Amen! We pray from fear and from necessity at Place the mitre on your head death, in sickness or private loss. to show your mastery of men. Without the prick of fear our conscience Take the golden robe that covers you sleeps, forgetful of Thy Grace. with Christ’s authority. Help us, O God to see more clearly. Wear the fine dalmatic Tame our stubborn hearts. woven with the cross of faith. Teach us to ask for less and offer more in Bear the crozier as a staff and comfort gratitude to Thee. to your flock. Pity our simplicity, for we are truly Set the ring upon your hand, pitiable in Thy sight. in sacramental sign, Amen. in sign of wedlock with thy God. [Nicolas] The winds and waves Serve the faith and spurn his enemies! lay down to rest. The sky was clear and calm. The ship sailed onward without harm And all creation sang a psalm of loving thankfulness. Beneath the stars the sailors slept, exhausted by their fear, While I knelt down for love of God on high And saw his angels in the sky smile down [Note: The audience is invited to at me, and wept. join in singing the following hymn tune:] CHOIR AND CONGREGATION: VI. NICOLAS FROM PRISON VII. NICOLAS AND THE PICKLED BOYS [Nicolas] Persecution sprang upon our Famine tracks us down the lanes Church and stilled its voice. Hunger holds our horses’ reins, Eight barren years it stifled under Roman Winter heaps the road with snow, rule: O we have far to go. And I lay bound, condemned to celebrate my lonely sacrament with prison Starving beggars howl their cry, bread, Snarl to see us spurring by While wolves ran loose among my flock. Times are bad and travel slow, O man! the world is set for you as for a O we have far to go. king! Paradise is yours in loveliness. We mourn our boys, our missing sons, The stars shine down for you, for you the We sorrow for three little ones. angels sing, Timothy, Mark and John are gone! Yet you prefer your wilderness. You hug the rack of self, embrace the lash Landlord take this piece of gold! of sin, Bring us food before the cold Pour your treasures out to bribe distress. Make our pangs of hunger grow You build your temples fair without and O we have far to go. foul within: You cultivate your wilderness. Day by day we seek to find Yet Christ is yours, Yours! For you he Some trace of them but oh! unkind! lived and died. Timothy, Mark and John are gone! God in mercy gave his Son to bless you all, to bring you life Let us share this dish of meat! And Him you crucified to desecrate your Come, my friends, sit down and eat! wilderness.