The
Singers
Selected Programmes
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All
Saints Church, Quayside with Jan
Bennett harp |
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| Programme Adrian Batten (1591-1637) O sing joyfully O sing joyfully unto God our strength Make a cheerful noise unto the God of Jacob Take the song, bring hither the tabret, The merry harp with the lute. Blow up the trumpet in the new moon, Ev'n in the time appointed, and upon our solemn feast day. For this was made a statute for Israel And a law of the God of Jacob. Harp solo Henriette Renie (1875 - 1956) Angelus Palestrina (c.1525-1594) Sicut cervus Sung in Latin As the hart desires the waterbrook, so longeth my soul for Thee. Victoria (c. 1548 - 1611) Senex puerum portabat Sung in Latin The old man lifted up the boy, but the boy ruled the old man, Whom the Virgin bore and thereafter remained a virgin, he adored. Mendelssohn (1809 - 1847) Kyrie Sung in Latin Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy. Mendelssohn (1809 - 1847) Richte mich, Gott Sung in German Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against unholy people. O Lord, save me from false and wicked people. For Thou art my God, in whom I take my strength. Why do you reject me? Lord, why let me go sadly in the way of mine enemies? Send out thy light and truth, let them lead me to your holy mountain and dwelling place. Then I will go to the altar of God who is my joy and grace. I will praise Thee with harp and lyre, O my God. Why are you cast down, O my soul, why are you restless within me. Take hope in God. I shall praise my Lord and God again. Again I shall give him thanks now and for evermore. Music for harp, and voice and harp Charles Gounod Ave Maria Nino Rota (arr. Janet Bennett) The Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet Edmund Rubbra Hymn to the Virgin Pierre Villette (b. 1926) Three motets sung in Latin O quam amabilis est [Op. 71, 1992] O how worthy of love you are, good Jesus, How delightful you are, sweet Jesus, O joy of the heart, comfort of the mind, dear Jesus, How wonderful you are, good Jesus. You are to be honoured and revered, and always to be praised, kind Jesus. Jesu, dulcis memoria [Op. 78, 1994] Jesus, sweet memory, source of true joy to the heart. His sweetness surpasses honey and all things. Nothing sweeter is sung, nothing more pleasant is heard, nothing sweeter is thought than you, Jesus, Son of God. Jesus, may you be our joy and reward, may our glory be in you for evermore. Amen. Panis angelicus [Op. 80, 1995] Angelic bread becomes bread of men, heavenly bread gives purpose to all things. O wonderful thing, the poor and humble servant eats his Lord. Threefold and one Deity, we ask you to visit us as we worship Thee. Lead us along your path to our goal, to the light in which you live. Amen. Interval Three North Country Songs arr. Philip Wilby (1983) The Farmer's Boy Marianne Byker Hill Music for harp The Londonderry Air - traditional The Spinning Wheel - traditional Alan Ridout (b. 1934) Jonnie Groat Words by Charles Causley Jonnie Groat says my eyes are blue, He says my hair is curled, He says I am the prettiest maid He saw in all the world. Dearest, you hair is straight as string, One eye is black, one brown, And you are the homliest looking girl Was ever in Launceton town. Jonnie Groat says I'm smart and slim, My hands are soft as snow, And nobody walks as well as I When to the fields I go. Sweetheart, your shift is all in rags, Your hands are red as kale, And it's well known at sixteen stone You turn the miller's scale. Jonnie Groat says my voice is sweet As water is or wine, And when my grannie goes up to heaven Her pig and cot are mine. Dear, when you walk about the wood The birds fall down on the floor, And your grannie of fifty years is good For half a century more. Then shall I not marry good Jonnie Groat Who thinks so well of me? And shall he not give me a fine gold ring When he goes back to sea. Daughter, but take the fine gold ring And the love that's in his eye, For the love that comes from an honest poor man Is more than money can buy. James Macmillan (b. 1959) The Gallant Weaver [1997] Words by Robert Burns Where Cart rins rowin to the sea By monie a flower and spreading tree, There lives a lad, the lad for me - He is a gallant weaver! O, I had wooers aught or nine, They gied me rings and ribbons fine, And I was fear'd my heart wad tine, And I gied it to the weaver. My daddie sign'd my tocher-band To gie the lad that has the land; But to my heart I'll add my hand, And give it to the weaver. While birds rejoice in leafy bowers, While bees delight in opening flowers While corn grows green in summer showers, I love my gallant weaver. Music for harp and voice The Eriskay Love Lilt - traditional But It's Mine - Eric Boswell Folk Songs I love my love arr. Holst The Sailor and Young Nancy arr. Moeran |
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