Psalm 122 C. M.   
ALICE PARKER
Isaac Watts, paraphrase of Psalm 122

Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heav’nly grace,
Be these attendants blest.

My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
Here my best friends, my kindred dwell,
Here God, my Saviour, reigns.

Psalm 122
Alice Parker
Copyright © 1977 by E. C. Schirmer Music Company, Inc. (ASCAP), a division of ECS Publishing Group. www.ecspublishing.com All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Here is the Little Door
HERBERT HOWELLS
Text by Francis Chesterton

Here is the little door, lift up the latch, oh lift!
We need not wander more but enter with our gift;
Our gift of finest gold.
Gold that was never bought nor sold;
Myrrh to be strewn about His bed;
Incense in clouds about His head;
All for the Child that stirs not in His sleep,
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.

Bend low about His bed, for each He has a gift;
See how His eyes awake, lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, He gives a keen-edged sword
(Defend with it Thy little Lord!)
For incense, smoke of battle red
Myrrh for the honoured happy dead;
Gifts for His children, terrible and sweet;
Touched by such tiny hands and oh such tiny feet.

Here is the Little Door
Herbert Howells
Copyright © 2001, CPDL #03701, in the USA only. Stuart McIntosh, Editor. May be freely copied, distributed, performed, recorded, and modified with this copyright clearly shown.

Locus iste
ANTON BRUCKNER
Medieval Latin Hymn (Genesis 28:16 paraphrase)

Locus iste a Deo factus est,                           This place was made by God,
Inaestimabile sacramentum,                           a priceless sacrament;
irreprehensibilis est.                                       It is without reproach.

Locus iste
Anton Bruckner
Copyright © 2019, CPDL #54878, William Chimiak, Editor. May be freely copied, distributed, performed, recorded, and modified with this copyright clearly shown.

There Is Sweet Music Here
DANIEL E. GAWTHROP
Alfred, Lord Tennyson  
TTBB

There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro' the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

There Is Sweet Music Here
Daniel E. Gawthrop
Copyright © 1988 BELWIN-MILLS PUBLISHING, A Division of ALFRED MUSIC. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.

The Old Church
STEPHEN PAULUS
Della B. Vik

The old church leans nearby a well-worn road,
Upon a hill that has no grass or tree,
The winds from off the prairie now unload
The dust they bring around it fitfully.

The path that leads up to the open door
Is worn and grayed by many toiling feet
Of us who listen to the Bible lore
And once again the old-time hymns repeat.

And ev’ry Sabbath morning we are still
Returning to the altar waiting there.
A hush, a pray’r, a pause, and voices fill
The Master’s House with a triumphant air.

The old church leans awry and looks quite odd,
But it is beautiful to us and God.

The Old Church
Stephen Paulus
Copyright © 2001 by Stephen Paulus. All Rights Reserved. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.

Elijah Rock
MOSES HOGAN
Traditional Spiritual
Emma Little, Sarah Kimitsuka, Heidi Kissinger, descant

Oh Elijah, Elijah rock…
Come on sister help me to pray,
tell me my Lord done pass dis way.

Elijah rock, shout, shout
Elijah rock, comin’ up Lawd.

Satan ain’t nothin’ but a snake in the grass.
He’s a conjur. He’s a liar.
Hallelujah Lord.

If I could I surely would stand on the rock where Moses stood.

Elijah rock, Oh Elijah rock,
Hallelujah Jesus,
Comin’ up Lawdy

Oh Elijah

I’m comin’ up Lord.

Elijah Rock
Moses Hogan
Copyright © 1994 by HAL LEONARD CORPORATION. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.

A Little Song of Life
REGINALD UNTERSEHER
Lizette Woodworth Reese
TTBB

Glad that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.
After the sun the rain,
After the rain the sun;
This is the way of life,
Till the work be done.
All that we need to do,
Be we low or high,
Is to see that we grow
Nearer the sky.

A Little Song of Life
Reginald Unterseher
Copyright © 2016 by Reginald Unterseher. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.

True Love’s the Gift
CHARLES WOOD
Walter Scott

True love’s the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven
The secret sympathy, the silver link, the silken tie
Which heart to heart and mind to mind,
In body and in soul can bind.

True Love’s the Gift
Charles Wood
Copyright © 2013, CPDL #30249. Edward Tambling, Editor. May be freely copied, distributed, performed, recorded, and modified with this copyright clearly shown.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills
DAVID BRIGGS   
Psalm 121

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills:
From whence cometh my help:
My help cometh even from the Lord:
Who hath made heav’n and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved:
and he that keepeth thee will not sleep.
Behold he that keepeth Israel
shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord himself is thy keeper:
The Lord is thy defence upon thy right hand;
so that the sun shall not burn thee by day;
Neither the moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil.
Yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in:
from this time forth and for evermore.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills
David Briggs
Copyright © 2006 by David BRIGGS, Chestnut Music. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.

Psalm 84
C. HUBERT H. PARRY

1    How dear to me is your dwelling, O Lord of hosts!
My soul has a desire and longing for the courts of the LORD;
My heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.

2    The sparrow has found her a house
And the swallow a nest where she may lay her young;
By the side of your altars, O LORD of hosts,
My King and my God.

3    Happy are they who dwell in your house!
They will always be praising you.

4    Happy are the people whose strength is in you!
Whose hearts are set on the pilgrims’ way.

5    Those who go through the desolate valley will find it a place of springs,
For the early rains have covered it with pools of water.

6    They will climb from height to height,
And the God of gods will reveal himself in Zion.

7    LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer;
Hearken, O God of Jacob.

8    Behold our defender, O God;
And look upon the face of your Anointed.

9    For one day in your courts is better than a thousand in my own room,
And to stand at the threshold of the house of my God,
Than to dwell in the tents of the wicked.

10   For the LORD God is both sun and shield;
He will give grace and glory;

11   No good thing will the LORD withhold
From those who walk with integrity.

12   O LORD of hosts,
Happy are they who put their trust in you!

Glory to the Father, and to the Son
And to the Holy Spirit
As it was in the beginning is now
And will be forever. Amen.

Double Chant in E Major
C. Hubert H. Parry
Copyright © 2019, CPDL #53066, Andrew Sims, Editor. May be freely copied, distributed, performed, recorded, and modified with this copyright clearly shown.

Beati quorum via
CHARLES VILLIERS STANFORD
Psalm 119:1

Beati quorum via integra est:                           Blessed are the undefiled in the way,
Qui ambulant in lege Domini,                          who walk in the law of the Lord.

Beati quorum via
Charles Villiers Stanford
Copyright © 2017, CPDL #47499, Andrew Sims, Editor. May be freely copied, distributed, performed, recorded, and modified with this copyright clearly shown.

Trinity Fauxbourdons
Magnificat
OWAIN PARK
Luke 1:46-55
Madeline Stone, Emma Little, Alyssa Carinan, Alexandra Bazan, soprano

My soul doth magnify the Lord.
And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.
For he hath regarded: the lowliness of his handmaiden.
For behold, from henceforth: all generations shall call me blessed.
For he that is mighty hath magnified me: and holy is his Name.
And his mercy is on them that fear him: throughout all generations.
He hath shewed strengtTh with his arm: he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
He hath put down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted the humble and meek.
He hath filled the hungry with good things: and the rich he hath sent empty away.
He remembering his mercy hath holpen his servant Israel: as he promised to our forefathers, Abraham, and his seed for ever.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen.

Trinity Fauxbourdons
Owain Park
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Trinity Fauxbourdons
Nunc dimittis
OWAIN PARK
Luke 2:29-32
Chandler Welty, Elijah Chung, bass 
Madeline Stone, soprano

Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace: according to thy word.
For mine eyes have seen: thy salvation,
Which thou hast prepared: before the face of all people;
To be a light to lighten the Gentiles: and to be the glory of thy people Israel.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen.

Trinity Fauxbourdons
Owain Park
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and the swallow
CAROLINE SHAW
Psalm 84

how beloved is your dwelling place,
o lord of hosts
my soul yearns, my heart and my flesh cry out
the sparrow found a house and the swallow her nest
where she may lay her young
they pass through the valley of bakka
they make it a place of springs
the autumn rains also cover it with pools

and the swallow
Caroline Shaw
Copyright © 2017 by Caroline Shaw Editions (ASCAP). All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Moon Flight
DANIEL BRINSMEAD
SSA

The engines are whirring, the day has arrived, they sit and wait.
An ivory tower, ready to soar, set to pierce the sky,
Leaving the world behind, charting a brand-new course.

They’re checking the signals, and watching the screens, they hold their breath.
The engines are firing, ignition’s begun as the countdown starts,
All is ablaze with light, there in the flash of fire.

Surging ahead, reaching beyond the stars,
Through a limitless space, seeking discovery, rewriting history.

Lift off towards the far side of the moon,
Walk in space and leap over hill and dune,
Dare to go where no one else has gone,
Dare to dream and dwell among the stars.

A blanket of stars, lighting a path, circling the moon.
A beacon of hope, looming up large and bright as a jewel,
Glowing for all to see, floating in the darkest sea.

A spaceship in flight, heading towards the moon,
Can unite all the world, creating history, unlocking mysteries.

Lift off towards the far side of the moon,
Walk in space and leap over hill and dune,
Dare to go where no one else has gone,
Dare to dream and dwell among the galaxies and constellations.

Dare to dream and dwell among the stars,
Between the sun and the far side of the moon.

Moon Flight
Daniel Brinsmead                     
Copyright © 2022 Walton Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

When the Earth Stands Still
DON MACDONALD

Come listen in the silence of the moment before rain comes down.
There’s a deep sigh in the quiet of the forest and the tall tree’s crown.

Now hold me.
Will you take the time to hold me and embrace the chill?
Or miss me.
Will you take the time to miss me when the earth stands still?

‘Cause there’s no use running
‘cause the storm’s still coming
and you’ve been running for so many years.

Come listen in the silence of the moment before shadows fall.
Feel the tremor of your heartbeat matching heartbeat as we both dissolve.

Now hold me.
Will you take the time to hold me and embrace the chill?
Or miss me.
Will you take the time to miss me when the earth stands still?

‘Cause there’s no use running
‘cause the storm’s still coming
and you’ve been running for so many years.

So stay with me, held in my arms.
Like branches of a tree,
They’ll shelter you for many years.

When the Earth Stands Still
Don MacDonald
Copyright © 2016 by Galaxy Music Corporation, Inc. (ASCAP), a division of ECS Publishing Group. www.ecspublishing.com All rights reserved. Used by permission.

He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
CEDRIC DENT
Traditional Spiritual
Jacob Mayes, tenor

He’s got the whole world in His hands.
He’s got you and me brother in His hands.
He’s got you and me sister in His hands.
He’s got the itty bitty baby in His hands.
Uphethe bonk’a bantu Ezandle’ Uphe thum hlab’ Ezandleni.
He’s got the whole world in His hands.

He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
Cedric Dent                            
Copyright © 2021 by Walton Music Corp. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Bring us, O Lord God
WILLIAM H. HARRIS

Bring us, O Lord God, at our last awakening
into the house and gate of Heaven,
to enter into that gate and dwell in that house,
where there shall be no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light;
no noise nor silence, but one equal music;
no fears or hopes, but one equal possession;
no ends or beginnings, but one equal eternity,
in the habitations of thy glory and dominion,
world without end.

Bring us, O Lord God
William H. Harris                     
Copyright © 2011 by Novello & Company Limited. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
ANDREW R. JACOBSON
Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Andrew R. Jacobson
Copyright © 2019 Andrew Jacobson Music. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission. www.andrewjacobsonmusic.com

Psalm 122 C. M. 
ALICE PARKER
Text by Isaac Watts

Peace be within this sacred place,

And joy a constant guest!

With holy gifts and heav’nly grace,

Be these attendants blest.

My soul shall pray for Zion still,

While life or breath remains;

Here my best friends, my kindred dwell,

Here God, my Saviour, reigns.

V. Psalm 122 C.M. from Six Hymns to Doctor Watts (ECS #2940)

Alice Parker
Copyright ©1977 by E. C. Schirmer Music Co., a division of ECS Publishing Group, St. Louis, MO. Used with permission. All rights reserved.

Esto Les Digo
KINLEY LANGE

Matthew 18:19-20, Sung in Spanish
JOHANNA CHEVRIER, soprano

Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven. For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.

Esto Les Digo (AMP 0402)
Kinley Lange

Copyright ©2001, JEHMS, Inc.
A Division of Alliance Music Publications, Inc.
International Copyright Secured.  All Rights Reserved.

Ubi caritas
MAURICE DURUFLÉ

Hymn (fourth century), Sung in Latin

Where charity and love are, God is there.

The love of Christ has gathered us into one.

Let us rejoice and be glad in Him.

Let us fear, and let us love the living God.

And may we love each other with a sincere heart.

Where charity and love are, God is there. Amen.

Ubi Caritas (4 Voix Mixtes) by Maurice Duruflé
Copyright ©1960 Durand Ed.
All rights for the U.S. and Canada, administered by Universal Music - MGB Songs
Lyrics permission Copyright ©1960 with kind authorization of Editions Durand.

Praise His Holy Name
KEITH HAMPTON
BRANDAN PATCHETT, tenor, TORI REDIC, alto
SIENA MIRASOL, piano

Sing till the power of the Lord come down

Shout Hallelujah! Praise His Holy name!

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me;

I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, but now I see.

Must Jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free?

No, there’s a cross for ev’ryone and there’s a cross for me.

Praise His Name, [etc.]

Praise His Holy Name!

Keith Hampton

©1988 by earthsongs
Used by permission

Requiem
I Salvator mundi​​​​​​
HERBERT HOWELLS

O savior of the world, who by thy cross and thy precious blood has redeemed us, save us and help us, we humbly beseech thee, O Lord.

II Psalm 23
sung in latin

III  Requiem aeternam (1)
Sung in Latin

Rest eternal grant unto them.

And may light perpetual shine upon them.

Rest eternal grant unto them, O Lord.

IV Psalm 121
ISAAC ARAKAKI, bass, NATE CHENEY, tenor

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills: from whence cometh my help; My help cometh even from the Lord: who hath made heav’n and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: and he that keepeth thee will not sleep. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord himself is thy keeper: he is thy defence upon thy right hand; So that the sun shall not burn thee by day: neither the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: yea, it is even he that shall keep thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out, and thy coming in: from this time forth and forevermore.

V Requiem aeternam (2)
Sung in Latin

Rest eternal grant unto them.

And may light perpetual shine upon them.

Rest eternal grant unto them, O Lord.

VI I Heard a Voice from Heaven
Revelation 14:13
BRADEN STANYER, baritone, KRISTINA KOZAKOVA, soprano

I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, from henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord: even so saith the Spirit; for they rest from their labors.

Requiem

Herbert Howells
©1981 Novello & Company., Ltd.
Licensed by G. Schirmer, Inc., obo Novello & Company, Ltd.
All rights reserved

Pilgrim Song 
RYAN MURPHY
Traditional American
SIENA MIRASOL, piano

My brethren, I have found a land that doth abound with fruit as sweet as honey;

The more I eat I find the more I am inclined to shout and sing Hosanna!

[Ref.]     My soul doth long to go where I may fully know the glory of my Savior.

Mid’ sweetness and the strife, I’ll live a joyful life. I’m going to sing forever!

Perhaps you think me wild or simple as a child; I am a child of glory.

I am born from above, my soul is filled with love; I love to tell the story.

[Ref.]

And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song, I’m going to live forever.

My soul now sits and sings and practices its wings, and contemplates the hour.

When the messenger shall say, ‘Come, quit this house of clay and with bright angels tower.”

[Ref.]

And as I pass along I’ll sing the Christian song, I’m going to live forever.

Pilgrim Song by Ryan Murphy
© Oxford University Press 2012
licensed by CopyCat Music licensing, llC obo Oxford University Press

Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day  
JOHN GARDNER
Traditional English carol
SIENA MIRASOL, piano

Tomorrow shall be my dancing day;

I would my true love did so chance

To see the legend of my play

To call my true love to my dance;

            Ref.       Sing O my love,

O my love, my love, my love;

This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of a virgin pure,

Of her I took fleshly substance;

Thus was I knit to man’s nature,

To call my true love to my dance

[Ref]

In a manger laid and wrapped I was,

So very poor this was my chance,

Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,

To call my true love to my dance

[Ref]

Then afterwards baptized I was;

The Holy Ghost on my did glance,

My Father’s voice heard from above,

To call my true love to my dance

[Ref]

Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day by John Gardner
© Oxford University Press 1966
licensed by CopyCat Music licensing, llC obo Oxford University Press

Sisi ni moja (we are one)
JACOB NARVERUD
Sung in English and Swahili
SIENA MIRASOL, piano

We all laugh, we all cry, we all feel hunger, we all feel pain.

We all love, we all hate, we all hope, and we all dream.

We are one world, one people. And we all breathe the same.

A tribe of many languages, a group of many heartaches,

Fighting for peace among the land.

Heja, heja, sisi ni moja. Heja, heja, we are one.

            etc.

Sisi ni moja (SBMP 1338)
Jacob Narverud
Copyright ©2015 Santa Barbara Music Publishing, Inc.

O Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Refuge
RALPH VAUGHAN WILLIAMS
Psalm 90, from the Book of Common Prayer
Psalm 90, metrical paraphrase by Isaac Watts
SOPHIA RICH, soprano, GINA LINCOLN, alto, BRANDAN PATCHETT, tenor, PETER THOMSEN, bass
LINDSAY ARMSTRONG, conductor
KRAIG SCOTT, organ

Lord, Thou hast been our refuge from one generation to another

Before the mountains were brought forth or ever the earth and the world were made

Thou art God from everlasting and world without end.

Thou turnest man to destruction; again Thou sayest, Come again ye children of men

For a thousand years in Thy sight are but as yesterday, seeing that is past as a watch in the night.

O God our help in ages past

Our hope for years to come

Our shelter in the stormy blast

And our eternal home.

As soon as Thou scatterest them they are even as a sleep and fade away suddenly like the grass

In the morning it is green and growth up, but in the evening it is cut down, dried up and withered.

For we consume away in Thy displeasure, and are afraid at Thy wrathful indignation.

For when Thou art angry all our days are gone; we bring our years to an end as a tale that is told,

The years of our age are three score years and ten,

And though men be so strong that they come to four-score years, yet is their strength but labour and sorrow.

So passeth it away and we are gone.

Turn Thee again O Lord at the last. Be gracious unto Thy servants

O satisfy us with Thy mercy and that soon.

So shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.

And the glorious Majesty of the Lord be upon us

Prosper Thou, O prosper Thou the work of our hands

O prosper Thou our handywork.

Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Refuge by R. Vaughan Williams
Copyright 1921 by J. Curwen & Sons Ltd.
Licensed by G. Schirmer, Inc., Sole Agents for U.S.A. obo J. Curwen & Sons Ltd.
Lyrics used by permission of G. Schirmer, Inc.

City Called Heaven
TORI REDIC, alto
SIENA MIRASOL, piano

I am a pilgrim, a pilgrim of sorrow,

I’m left in this wide world, this wide world alone

Ain’t got no hope got no hope for tomorrow

Trying to make it, make heaven my home.

Sometimes I’m tossed and I’m driven, Lord.

Sometimes I just don’t know which way to turn

Oh I heard of a city, a city called heaven

Trying to make it, make heaven my home.

<sustrong>City Called Heaven (21-20105)
Arranged by Josephine Poelinitz
Copyright ©2001 Transferred to Colla Voce Music </sustrong>

Ubi caritas
PAUL MEALOR
Hymn (fourth century), Sung in Latin
JOCELYN GRIFFIN, alto

Where charity and love are, God is there.

The love of Christ has gathered us into one.

Let us rejoice and be glad in Him.

Let us fear, and let us love the living God.

And may we love each other with a sincere heart.

Where charity and love are, God is there. Amen.

Ubi caritas by Paul Mealor
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Licensed by G. Schirmer, Inc., obo Novello & Company, Ltd.
All rights reserved

The Heart of Life
JOHN MAYER, arr. KRAIG SCOTT
MICHAEL FLORES, AUSTIN-NEIL THOMSON, duet
KRISTINA KOZAKOVA, JOHANNA CHEVRIER, LINDSAY ARMSTRONG, descant
ADELINE TOMARERE, alto

I hate to see you cry Laying there in that position
There's things you need to hear So turn off your tears and listen

Pain throws your heart to the ground Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way it should But I know the heart of life is good

You know it's nothing new Bad news never had good timing
But then the circle of your friends Will defend the silver lining

Pain throws your heart to the ground Love turns the whole thing around
No, it won't all go the way it should But I know the heart of life is good

Pain throws your heart to the ground Love turns the whole thing around
Fear is a friend who's misunderstood But I know the heart of life is good

I know it's good

The Heart of Life by John Mayer
Copyright Reach Music Publishing
Licensed by Reach Music Publishing obo Goodium Music

Soon Ah Will Be Done
WILLIAM L. DAWSON

Soon ah will be don’ awid de troubles ob de worl’

Troubles ob de worl’ de troubles ob de worl’

Soon ah will be don’ awid de troubles ob de worl’

Goin’ home t’ live wid God.

I wan’ t’ meet my mother, I wan’ t’ meet my mother

I wan’ t’ meet my mother, I’m goin t’ live wid God.

            etc.

Soon Ah Will Be Done
William L. Dawson
Scion Five Music LLC obo Music Press
All rights reserved

Brave
SARA BAREILLES, arr. KRAIG SCOTT
JOHANNA CHEVRIER, soprano
KRAIG SCOTT, piano

You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody's lack of love
Or you can start speaking up
Nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do
And they settle 'neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

Everybody's been there, everybody's been stared down
By the enemy
Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing
Bow down to the mighty
Don't run, stop holding your tongue
Maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

Innocence, your history of silence
Won't do you any good
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don't you tell them the truth?

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
See you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

Songwriters: Jack Antonoff / Sara Bareilles
Brave lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Brave
Words and Music by Sara Bareilles and Jack Antonoff
Copyright (c) 2013 Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Tiny Bear Music and Ducky Donath Music
All Rights Administered by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 424 Church Street, Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219
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Reprinted by Permission of Hal Leonard LLC

Offertory
JOHN NESS BECK (1930-1987)

With what shall I come before the Lord, and bow myself before God on high?

Shall I come before Him with burnt offerings,

Shall I come before Him with yearling calves?

Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams, with ten thousand rivers of oil?

Shall I give Him my firstborn for my transgressions,

      the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?

He has shown you, O man, what is good.

And what does the Lord require of you but to do justice

      and to love kindness,

      and to walk humbly with your God?

MICAH 6:6-8

“Offertory” by John Ness Beck
© Copyright 1987 by Beckenhorst Press, Inc.
Used by permission of Beckenhorst Press, Inc.
All Rights Reserved

Come, Let’s Rejoice
JOHN AMNER (1579-1641)

Come, let’s rejoice unto our Lord, let us make joy to God our Savior. Let us approach to His presence in confession, and in psalms let us make joy to Him. Alleluia.

PSALM 95:1-2, paraphrased

“Come let’s rejoice” by John Amner
​​​​​​​© Oxford University Press 1988
Licensed by CopyCat Music Licensing, LLC, obo Oxford University Press
All Rights Reserved
Timing: 1:45

Silent Devotion and Response
ERNEST BLOCH (1880-1959)

Yihyu lerozon imrei fi,

Vehegyon libi lefonecho,

Adonoy tzuri vegoali,

Amen.

O Lord, may the words of my mouth,

and the meditations of my heart

be acceptable before Thee

Adonoy, my Rock and Redeemer.

Amen.

PSALM 19:14

“Silent Devotion and Response” by Ernest Bloch
Copyright © by Broude Brothers Limited
Text reproduced by arrangement with Broude Brothers Limited.

O Be Joyful
GILBERT M. MARTIN (b.1941)

Jubilate Deo;

O be joyful in the Lord all ye lands: serve the Lord with gladness,

And come before His presence with a song.

Be ye sure that the Lord He is God;

It is He that hath made us and not we ourselves;

We are His people

And the sheep of His pasture.

O be joyful in the Lord all ye lands,

Serve the Lord with gladness and come before His presence with a song,

Be ye sure that the Lord He is God;

It is He that hath made us and not we ourselves;

We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.

O go your way into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise;

Be thankful to Him and speak good of His name.

For the Lord is gracious,

His mercy is everlasting; and His truth endureth from generation to generation.

Glory be to the Father; Glory be to the Son; Glory be to the Holy Ghost;

As it was in the beginning,

Is now and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

PSALM 100

“O Be Joyful in the Lord” by Gilbert M. Martin
Copyright © MCMLXXVI by Carl Fischer, LLC
Lyric permission in process.

Beautiful Savior
F. MELIUS CHRISTIANSEN (1871-1955)

Fair are the meadows, fairer the woodlands,

Robed in flow’rs of blooming spring;

Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,

He makes our sorrowing spirit sing.

Beautiful Savior! Lord of the nations!

Son of God and Son of Man!

Glory and honor, Praise, adoration,

Now and forevermore be Thine.

MÜNSTER GESANGBUCH, 1677, translated by JOSEPH A. SEISS, 1873
“Beautiful Savior” arr. by F. Melius Christiansen​​​​​​​
© Augsburg Fortress Publishers (SESAC)

King of Glory
CHARLES DAVID WALKER (b.1938), arranged by ROBERT BREWER (b.1952) 

King of glory, King of peace, I will love thee;

and that love may never cease, I will move Thee.

Thou hast granted my request, Thou hast heard me;

      Thou didst note my working breast, Thou hast spared me.

Wherefore with my utmost art, I will sing Thee;

      and the cream of all my heart, I will bring Thee.

Though my sins against me cried, Thou didst clear me;

and alone when they replied, Thou didst hear me.

Seven whole days, not one in seven, I will praise Thee;

      in my heart, though not in heaven, I can raise Thee.

Small it is in this poor sort to enroll Thee;

      e’en eternity’s too short to extol Thee.

GEORGE HERBERT (1593-1633)

King of Glory, King of Peace

Music: David Charles Walker, arr. Robert Brewer • Music © 1993 Selah Publishing Co., Inc. www.selahpub.com All rights reserved. Used by permission.

O How Amiable
RALPH VAUGHAN WILLIAMS (1872-1958)

O how amiable are thy dwellings, Thou Lord of hosts!

My soul hath a desire and longing to enter into the courts of the Lord;

My heart and my flesh rejoice in the living God.

Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house,

and the swallow a nest where she may lay her young:

even Thy altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God.

Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house: They will be always praising Thee.

The glorious majesty of the Lord our God be upon us:

prosper Thou the work of our hands upon us.

O prosper Thou our handiwork.

O God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home.

PSALM 84 and 90, paraphrased
“O how amiable” by Ralph Vaughan Williams
© Oxford University Press 1940
Licensed by CopyCat Music Licensing, LLC, obo Oxford University Press
All Rights Reserved
Timing: 3:13

Locus Iste
ANTON BRUCKNER (1824-1896)

Locus iste a Deo factus est,

inaestimabile sacramentum,

irreprehensibilis est.

This place was made by God,

A priceless mystery;

It is without reproof.         

GRADUAL FOR THE DEDICATION OF A CHURCH; GENESIS 28:17, paraphrased
© 1999 by the Choral Public Domain Library (http://www.cpdl.org).
Edition may be freely distributed, duplicated, performed, or recorded.

What Sweeter Music 
JOHN RUTTER (b.1945)

What sweeter music can we bring

Than a carol, for to sing

The birth of this our heav’nly King?

Awake the voice! Awake the string!

Dark and dull night, fly hence away,

And give the honour to this day

That sees December turn’d to May.

Why does the chilling winter’s morn

Smile, like a field beset with corn?

Or smell like a meadow newly shorn

Thus on the sudden?

Come and see

The cause, why things thus fragrant be:

‘Tis He is born, whose quick’ning birth

Gives life and lustre, public mirth,

To heaven and the under earth.

We see Him come, and know Him ours,

Who, with His sunshine and His show’rs,

Turns the patient ground to flow’rs.

The darling of the world is come,

And fit it is, we find a room

To welcome Him.

The nobler part of all the house here, is the heart,

Which we will give Him; and bequeath

This holly, and this ivy wreath,

To do Him honour; who’s our King,

And Lord of all this reveling.

ROBERT HERRICK (1591-1674)
“What sweeter music” by John Rutter​​​​​​​
© Oxford University Press 1988
Licensed by CopyCat Music Licensing, LLC, obo Oxford University Press
All Rights Reserved
Timing: 4:20

Lux Aurumque
ERIC WHITACRE (b.1970)
soloist: Andrea Johnson

Light,                                                  

Warm and heavy as pure gold          

And the angels sing softly                 

To the new-born baby.                      

Lux,

calida gravisque pura velut aurum,

et canunt angeli molliter

modo natum.

EDWARD ESCH (b.1970), Latin translation by CHARLES ANTHONY SILVESTRI (b.1965)
“Lux Aurumque” by Eric Whitacre (4:00)
Copyright © Walton Music Corporation 2001

The Rune of Hospitality 
ALF HOUKOM (b.1935)
guitar: Michael LeFevre

I saw a stranger yestereen;

I put food in the eating place,

      Drink in the drinking place,

      Music in the listening place;

And in the sacred names of the Triune

He blessed me and my house,

      My cattle and my dear ones.

And the lark said in her song:

      Often, often, often,

Goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise:

      Often, often, often,

Goes the Christ in the stranger’s guise.

from the GAELIC
“The Rune of Hospitality” by Alf Houkom (4:20)
Copyright © Walton Music Corporation 1994

Sanctus: London
OLA GJEILO (b.1978)

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus

Dominus Deus Sabaoth.

Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua

Hosanna in excelsis.

Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.

Hosanna in excelsis.

Holy, holy, holy

Lord God of hosts.

Heaven and earth are full of Thy glory.

Hosanna in the highest.

Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord.

Hosanna in the highest.

SANCTUS: London by Ola Gjeilo (5:25)
Copyright © Walton Music Corporation 2008

I Got a Home in-a Dat Rock
MOSES HOGAN (1957-2003)
soloist: Randall Folkenberg

I got a home in-a dat Rock, don’t you see?

Between de earth an’ sky, thought I heard my Saviour cry,

You got a home in-a dat Rock, don’t you see?

Poor man Laz’rus, poor as I, don’t you see?

Poor man Laz’rus, poor as I, when he died he foun’ a home on high,

He had a home in-a dat Rock, don’t you see?

Rich man Dives, he lived so well, don’t you see?

Rich man Dives, he lived so well, when he died he foun’ a home in Hell,

He had no home in-a dat Rock, don’t you see?

God gave Noah de rainbow sign, don’t you see?

God gave Noah de rainbow sign, no mo’ water, but fire nex’ time,

Better get a home in-a dat Rock, don’t you see?

I Got A Home On That Rock
Traditional Spiritual
Arranged by Moses Hogan
Copyright © 1999 by HAL LEONARD CORPORATION
International Copyright Secured   All Rights Reserved

Ain’-a That Good News!
WILLIAM DAWSON (1899-1990)

I got a crown up in-a the Kingdom,

Ain’-a that good news!

I’m a-goin’ to lay down this worl’,

Goin’a shoulder up-uh my cross,

Goin’a take it home-a to my Jesus,

Ain’-a that good news, good news!

I got a harp up in-a the Kingdom…

I got a robe up in-a the Kingdom…

I got a Saviour up in-a the Kingdom…

TRADITIONAL SPIRITUAL
“Ain’-a That Good News!” written by William L. Dawson
© 1937.  Renewed.  Music Press c/o Scion Five Music LLC (SESAC), New York, NY.
All rights reserved including right of performance.

The Lord Is My Shepherd
JOHN RUTTER
clarinet:  Ron Coleman

The Lord is my shepherd; therefore can I lack nothing.

He shall feed me in a green pasture, and lead me forth beside the waters of comfort.

He shall convert my soul and bring me forth in the paths of righteousness,

for His Name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk thro’ the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;

For Thou art with me: Thy rod and Thy staff comfort me.

Thou shalt prepare a table for me against them that trouble me:

Thou hast anointed my head with oil and my cup shall be full.

But Thy loving kindness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord, forever.

PSALM 23
“The Lord is my shepherd” by John Rutter​​​​​​​
© Oxford University Press 1978
Licensed by CopyCat Music Licensing, LLC, obo Oxford University Press
All Rights Reserved
Timing: 5: 31

Tonight Eternity Alone
RENÉ CLAUSEN (b.1953)
soloists:Elizabeth Rice, Stephanie Haddad

Tonight eternity alone is near,

The sunset, and the darkening blue,

There is no space for fear,

Only the wonder of its truth.

THOMAS S. JONES, JR. (1882-1932)
“Tonight Eternity Alone” by René Clausen​​​​​​​
Copyright © Shawnee Press, Inc.
Text reproduced by permission from Hal Leonard Corporation, obo Shawnee Press