Leland Spindler, conductor
Sarah Clark, piano
Leland Spindler, conductor
Sarah Clark, piano
Lyricist John Newton (1725 -1807)
arr. Jay Althouse (b. 1951)
Briér Mueller, soprano
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come.
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
Henk Pool, Robert Riekerk, Ralph Van Manen, Paul Field
Kelly McBride, alto
All the colors of the rainbow,
All the voices of the wind,
Every dream that reaches out,
Reaches out to find where love began,
Every word of every story,
Every star in every sky,
Every corner of creation,
Lives to testify.
For as long as I shall live,
I will testify to love.
I'll be a witness in the silences
When words are not enough.
With every breath I take,
I will give thanks to God above.
For as long as I shall live,
I will testify to love!
From the mountains to the valleys,
From the rivers to the sea,
Every hand that reaches out,
Every hand that reaches out to offer peace,
Every simple act of mercy,
Every step to kingdom come,
All the hope in every heart,
Will speak out what love has done.
For as long as I shall live,
I will testify to love.
I'll be a witness in the silences
When words are not enough.
With every breath I take,
I will give thanks to God above.
For as long as I shall live,
I will testify to love!
Francis Poulenc (1899-1963)
Seigneur, je vous en prie,Â
que la force brûlante et douce de votre amour.Â
absorbe mon âme. et la retire de tout ce qui est sous le ciel.Â
Afin que je me die par amour de votre amour,Â
puisque vous avez daigné mourir par amourÂ
de mon amourÂ
Lord, I beg you, may the burning and sweet force of your love absorb my soul and withdraw it from all that is under heaven, So that I may die for love of your love, since you deigned to die for love of my love.Â
George Matheson (1842-1906)
Music by Albert L. Peace (1844-1912)
arr. David Phelps (b. 1969)
O love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.Â
O Joy that seekest me thru' pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow thru' the rain
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.Â
O cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.Â
African-American Spiritual
arr. Moses Hogan (1957-2003)
We shall walk through the valley in peace.
We shall walk through the valley in peace.
For Jesus Himself will be our leader.
We shall walk through the valley in peace.
We will meet our loved ones there.
We will meet our loved ones there.
For Jesus Himself will be our leader.
We shall walk through the valley in peace.
There will be no trials there.
There will be no trials there.
For Jesus Himself will be our leader.
We shall walk through the valley in peace.Â
Jake Runestad (b. 1986)
Karen Moss, soprano
No! Don’t go! Don’t go! Don’t go.
Don’t let your worst day be your last.
The storm is strong, but it will pass.
You think you can’t go on another day,
But please stay. Just stay.
Stay.
Hope is real. Help is real.
You are breath, you are life.,
You are beauty, you are light.
Your story is not over.
You are not a burden to anyone.
Please stay. Just stay.
Stay.
Laura Farnell (b. 1975)
arr. Jarom Xochimitl
Kristopher Higley, baritone
With you I shall ever be.
Over land and sea and in the dusk and the dew
My thoughts will companion you.
In all your joy I shall rejoice.
And on my lips your sorrow shall find a voice.
With you in night time and waking and dream I shall be
In the place of shadow and memory.
With you I shall ever be.
And when the stars are withdrawn,Â
When the starts are gone from pathway of dawn,
And when your tears in bitterness fall,
My tears shall mingle with them all.
In all your joy I shall rejoice.
And on my lips your sorrow shall find a voice.
With you in night time and waking and dream I shall be
In the place of shadow and memory.
With you I shall ever be,
In the place of shadow and memory,
With you I shall ever be,
In your heart.
Lyricist Naomi Ward Randall (1908-2001)
Mildred Tanner Pettit (1895-1977)
arr. John C Leavitt
I am a child of God,
And he has sent me here,
Has given me an earthly home
With parents kind and dear.
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with him someday.
I am a child of God,
And so my needs are great;
Help me to understand his words
Before it grows too late.
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with him someday.
I am a child of God.
Rich blessings are in store;
If I but learn to do his will,
I’ll live with Him once more.
I am a Child of God.
His promises are sure;
Celestial glory shall be mine
If I can but endure!
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with him someday.
To live with him someday.
Alan Menken (b. 1949)
Lyricist Stephen Schwartz (b. 1948)
arr. Jarom Xochimitl
arr. Mac Huff
Gentri Glaittli, alto
You think you own whatever land you land on.
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim;
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you.
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger,
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest.
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the earth.
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth.
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers;
The heron and the otter are my friends;
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop, that never ends.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon,
Or let the eagle tell you where he’s been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know.
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon.
For whether we are white or copper-skinned,
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain.
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind.
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind.
Sarah Bareilles
arr. Victoria Wood
arr. Jarom Xochimitl
Eliza Een, soprano
I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes,
They've seen things that you never quite say, but I hear,
Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you,
And I'll stay there as long as you let me.
Because you matter to me,
Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody,
You matter to me,
I promise you do, you, you matter too,
I promise you do, you’ll see,
You matter to me.
It's addictive the minute you let yourself think,
The things that I say just might matter to someone.
All of this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away,
And for the first time, I think I'd consider the stay.
Because you matter to me,
Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody,
You matter to me,
I promise you do,
Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you,
(You, you matter too,)
As long as you’ll have me.
(I promise you do,)
Out of hiding, I'm right here beside you.
(You, you matter too, I promise you do,)
I do promise you do, you matter to me,
I promise you do, you'll see,
You matter to me.
Alan Menken (b. 1949)
Lyricist Stephen Schwartz (b. 1948)
arr. Jarom Xochimitl
Brandon Campbell, baritone
Zack Young, bass
Chris Robison, tenor
Nathan Kenner, tenor
Jonathan Thibaudeau, tenor
I don't know if you can hear me or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen to a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still, I see your face and wonder
Were you once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts hungry from birth
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth
God, help my people, we look to you still
God, help the outcasts or nobody will
I ask for wealth, I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can possess
I ask for God and his angels to bless me
I ask for nothing I can get by
But I know so many less lucky than I
Please help my people, the poor and downtrod
I thought we all were the children of God
God, help the outcasts, children of God
Steven Schwartz (b. 1948)
arr. Jarom Xochimitl
Zachary Talbot, baritone
Jarom Xochimitl, tenor
A single thread in a tapestry
Though its color brightly shine
Can never see its purpose
In the pattern of the grand design
And the stone that sits on the very top
Of the mountain's mighty face
Does it think it's more important
Than the stones that form the base?
So how can you see what your life is worth
Or where your value lies?
You can never see through the eyes of man
You must look at your life
Look at your life through Heaven's eyes
A lake of gold in the desert sand
Is less than a cool fresh spring
And to one lost sheep, a shepherd boy
Is greater than the richest king
If a man lose ev'rything he owns
Has he truly lost his worth?
Or is it the beginning
Of a new and brighter birth?
So how do you measure the worth of a man?
In wealth or strength or size?
In how much he gained or how much he gave?
The answer will come
The answer will come to him who tries
To look at his life through Heaven's eyes
And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around
No life can escape being blown about
By the winds of change and chance
And though you never know all the steps
You must learn to join the dance
You must learn to join the dance
Jonathan Larson (1813-1901)
arr. Jarom Xochimitl
Whitnee Whitmore Vawdrey, soprano
Matthew Zimmerman, tenor
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee?
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife?
In five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love.
Seasons of love.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes.
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried?
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died?
It's time now to sing out
Though the story never ends.
Let's celebrate,
Remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love!
(Oh, you got to, you got to remember the love)
Remember the love!
(You know that love is a gift from up above)
Remember the love!
(Share love, give love, spread love)
Measure in love.
(Measure, measure your life in love)
Seasons of love!
Seasons of love.