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BETHEL CHOIR Spring Tour 2017 Gene Peterson, Conductor BETHEL CHOIR TOUR PROGRAM 2017 II. Jesu, the Very Thought of Thee Richard Proulx I. Jesu, the very thought of Thee But what of those who find? Ah, this With sweetness fills my breast; No tongue nor pen can show; Almighty and Everlasting God Orlando Gibbons But sweeter far Thy face to see, The love of Jesus! What it is And in Thy presence rest. None but His loved ones know. Almighty and everlasting God, mercifully look upon our infirmities, And in all our dangers and necessities, stretch forth thy right hand No voice can sing, Jesu, our only joy be Thou, To help and defend us: through Christ our Lord. Amen. Nor memory find As Thou our prize wilt be; —Collect for the Third Sunday after Epiphany A sweeter sound than Thy blest name, Jesu, be Thou our glory now O Savior of mankind. And through eternity. Jauchzet dem Herrn Felix Mendelssohn O Hope of every contrite heart! O Joy of all the meek! Jauchzet dem Herrn, alle Welt! [O be joyful in the Lord, all ye lands; To those who fall how kind Thou art; Dienet dem Herrn mit Freuden; Serve the Lord with gladness How good to those who seek! kommt vor sein Angesicht mit Frohlocken! and come before his presence with a song. —Text by Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153) Erkennet, daß der Herr Gott ist! Be ye sure that the Lord he is God: Er hat uns gemacht, It is he that hath made us und nicht wir selbst and not we ourselves; The Earth Adorned Waldemar Åhlén zu seinem Volk We are his people, und zu Schafen seiner Weide. and the sheep of his pasture. The earth adorned in verdant robe sends praises upward surging, Gehet zu seinen Toren ein O go your way into his gates While soft winds breathe on fragrant flow’rs from winter now emerging. mit Danken, with thanksgiving, The sunshine bright gives warmth and light to budding blossoms tender, zu seinen Vorhöfen mit Loben; And into his courts with praise. Proclaiming summer splendor. danket ihm, Be thankful unto him lobet seinen Namen! and speak good of his name. From out the wood, the birds now sing and each its song now raises, Denn der Herr ist freundlich, For the Lord is gracious, To join with all the universe in voicing thankful praises. und seine Gnade währet ewig His mercy is everlasting; With hope and joy their songs employ a rapturous exultation und seine Wahrheit für und für. And his truth endureth from generation to generation.] In praise of God’s creation. —Psalm 100 O God, amid these joys of life, creation’s glory beaming, Grant us the grace to keep your word and live in love redeeming. Song of Praise Knut Nystedt All flesh is grass, the flowers fade, and time is fleeting ever; God’s word remains forever. Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord from the heavens. —Text by Carl David Wirsén; Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord in the heights. Trans. by Carolyn and Kenneth Jennings Praise him all his angels, praise him all his hosts. Praise him sun and moon, praise him all you shining stars! Praise him you highest heavens, and the waters above the heavens. A Mighty Fortress EIN FESTE BURG/Martin Luther Let them praise the name of the Lord. And he commanded and they were created Arranged by Jonathan Veenker And he established them forever and ever And fixed their bounds which cannot be passed. A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing; And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to Praise the Lord from the earth you sea monsters and all deeps. Our helper he, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing. undo us, Fire and hail, snow and frost, stormy wind fulfilling his command! For still our ancient foe does seek to work us woe; We will not fear, for God has willed his truth to triumph Mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars! His craft and pow’r are great, And armed with cruel hate, through us. Beasts and all cattle, creeping things and flying birds! On earth is not his equal. The prince of darkness grim, we tremble not for him; Kings of the earth and all people, His rage we can endure, For lo! His doom is sure; Princes and all rulers of the earth! Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would One little word shall fell him. Young men and maidens together, old men and children. be losing, Let them praise the name of the Lord Were not the right Man on our side, the man of God’s That Word above all earthly powers no thanks to them abideth; For his name alone is exalted, own choosing. The Spirit and the gifts are ours through him who with us sideth. His glory is above earth and heaven. You ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is he; Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also; He has raised up a horn for his people. Lord Sabaoth his name, From age to age the same; The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still; Praise for all his saints, praise him! And he must win the battle. His kingdom is forever! Amen! Praise the Lord, praise him in the heights! —Text by Martin Luther, based on Psalm 46; —Psalm 148 Trans. by Fredrick H. Hedge III. IV. To be selected from the following I Lift My Eyes Bob Chilcott I lift my eyes to the quiet hills in the press of a busy day; Andante (from Sonata in E Minor) Florence Price As green hills stand in a dusty land so God is my strength and stay. I lift my eyes to the quiet hills. Fairest Lord Jesus ST. ELIZABETH/arr. Amy Tate Williams I lift my eyes to the quiet hills to a calm that is mine to share; Secure and still in the Father’s will and kept by the Father’s care. I lift my eyes to the quiet hills. The Hills of Anacapri Claude Debussy I lift my eyes to the quiet hills with a prayer as I turn to sleep; By day, by night, through the dark and light my Shepherd will guard his sheep. V. I lift my eyes to the quiet hills and my heart to the Father’s throne; In all my ways to the end of days the Lord will preserve his own. Ngana Stephen Leek I lift my eyes to the quiet hills. from Songs of Passage —Text by Timothy Dudley-Smith Women of Bethel Choir “Ngana” is an indigenous Australian word meaning shark. “Lina” is a word for water, “Mangana” is a word for fish and “Yah” is a welcome greeting. —Text by Stephen Leek The Majesty and Glory of Your Name Tom Fettke Adapted for TTBB by Jason Gottshall little man in a hurry Eric Whitacre When I gaze into the night skies No. 5 from The City and the Sea and see the work of your fingers; The moon and stars suspended in space. little man big rain Oh, what is man that you are mindful of him? (in a hurry big snow You have given man a crown of glory and honor, full of an big sun And have made him a little lower than the angels. important worry) big moon You have put him in charge of all creation: halt stop forget relax (enter beasts of the field, the birds of the air, the fish of the sea. Oh, what is man that you are mindful of him? wait us) O Lord, our God the majesty and glory of your name Transcends the earth and fills the heavens. (little child O Lord, our God; little children praise You perfectly, who have tried And so would we. Alleluia! Alleluia! who have failed —Text by Linda Lee Johnson, based on Psalm 8 who have cried) Men of Bethel Choir lie bravely down sleep O Lord God Paul Tschesnokoff —Text by e.e. cummings O Lord God, hear Thou my prayer, Help Thou me and give ear to my prayer. Living Water Tom Trenney Daily do I worship Thy great name and Thy power. Thou alone canst help me; O send me Thy peace and love, Spirit of God, come dwell within me. O protect me, my God. Open my heart, Oh come set me free, Let me never stray, O my Saviour. Fill me with love for Jesus, my Lord, Leave me not, O God of my salvation. Come, fill me with living water. I will sing to the Lord as long as I live, Lord, how I thirst, my Lord, I am weak. And praise Thy great name while I have my being. Lord, come to me, you alone do I seek Hear my prayer; help Thou me and give ear to my prayer. Jesus is living, Jesus is here. Glory to Thee. Jesus, my Lord, come closer to me. —Text from the Russian Liturgy; Lord, you are life and love and hope, Trans. by N. Lindsay Norden Come, fill me with living water. Jesus is living, Jesus is here. Jesus, my Lord, come closer to me. Stretch out your hand, bring comfort to me. —Mallaig Sprinkling Song by Helen Kennedy Let My Love Be Heard Jake Runestad When I Survey the Wondrous Cross HAMBURG/Lowell Mason Arranged by Gilbert Martin Angels, where you soar Up to God’s own light, When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, Take my own lost bird My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.