Wednesday
October 11th, 12 p.m.
Kopleff Recital Hall
Come, You Who Are Blessed
Jonathan Dove (b. 1959)
Austen Smith, conductor
text
Come, you who are blessed by my Father,
inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.
For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me,
I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’
Matthew 25: 34-36
Text by Uruguayan poet Juana de Ibarbourou (1892-1979)
Wait, do not sleep. Listen to what the wind is saying, And to what the water says tapping With little fingers upon the window panes.
My heart is listening, To hear the enchanted sister, Who has slept in the sky, Who has seen the sun, And now comes down, buoyant and gay.
Let us listen to the rhythm of the rain. Cradle between my breasts, Your silent forehead, I will feel the beating of your temples, Throbbing and warm. How gay the waving wheat will be!
How eagerly the grass will thrive! What diamonds will cluster now, In the deep branches of the pines!
My heart is listening, To hear the enchanted sister, Who has slept in the sky, Who has seen the sun, And now comes down, buoyant and gay.
Wait, do not sleep. Tonight, The two of us are a world, Isolated by wind and rain, In the warmth of a bedroom.
Tears
Simon Callaerts (b. 1994)
Peyton Fleming, conductor
Poem by Luis G. Dato (1906-1985)
She felt alone, In that garden unfrequented, Where the winds make moan
For blossom sweetly scented, Perfumed but far away. And as the sunset died, Lost the last long twilight ray, She felt so lone and cried.
Her face protesting revealed, The trace of promises and prayers unreturned, Deep disillusions learned, Sorrows silence-sealed.
And as she wept, Like a lost child, When the shadow of twilight crept, On the forest wild, Not knowing the ground, As tears and tear-drops falling, Moistened the cheek of the night around,
I called, she heard me calling, And longer cried in that garden frequented only, By her spirit loving and lovely.
Sure on this Shining Night
Morten Lauridsen (b. 1943)
José Azurdia Lamadrid, conductor
Text
Sure on this shining night, Of starmade shadows round, Kindness must watch for me, This side the ground
The late year lies down the north, All is healed, all is health, High summer holds the earth, Hearts all whole
Sure on this shining night, I weep for wonder, Wandering far alone, Of shadows on the stars
poem by James Agee
Last Words of David
Randall Thompson (1899-1984)
Lucas Gray, conductor
2 samuel, xxiii, 3, 4
He that ruleth over men must be just, ruling in the fear of God.
And he shall be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds;
as the tender grass springing out of the earth by clear shining after rain.
Alleluia. Amen.
Rock-a My Soul
arr. Stacey Gibbs (b. 1962)
traditional spiritual
Anneliese Depenthal, conductor
text
Rock-a my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
Lordy, rock, oh won’t you rock-a my soul.
Well, rich man Divies, oh Lord, he lived so well, and when he died, he found a home in the pits of hell.
Rock-a my soul in the bosom of Abraham, Lordy, rock, oh won’t you rock-a my soul.
Well, poor man Lazarus, poor as you and I, but when he died, he found a home with the Lord on high.
Rock-a my soul in the bosom of Abraham, Lordy, rock, oh won’t you rock-a my soul.
Tshotsholoza (Go Forward)
adapt. Jeffrey Ames (b. 1969)
traditional south african
Caleb Cole, conductor
Flynn Allen, djembe
text
Tshotsholoza! (Go Forward!)
Tshotsholoza Ku lezontaba, (Go forward from those mountains)
Stimela siphum'e South Afrika. (On this train from South Africa)
Wen' uyabalekah Ku lezontaba, (You are running away from those mountains)
Stimela siphum'e South Afrika. (On this train from South Africa)
Tshotsholoza Ku lezontaba, (Go forward from those mountains)
Stimela siphum'e South Afrika. (On this train from South Africa)