Holy Trinity, Jesmond The Singers Sopranos Jennifer Asquith Kate Bredin Suzanne Longley Lindsey Nicholls Charlotte Treglown Gaby Wright Altos Louise Edwards Hilary Gordon Rose Haslam Ann Hill Alice Metherell Alison Rudd Ellen Thomson Tenors Paul Banks Scott McCall Michael Oswald, Basses Stephen Locks Jerry Young Ian Wainwright Musical Director Donald Halliday The Singers come from all over the North of England and meet once a month in Holy Trinity Church to rehearse. The Singers will be singing in Southwark Cathedral, Beverley Minster, and Durham Cathedral as well as giving concerts in Alnwick, Carlisle, Darlington, and Hexham over the rest of this year. Web site: singers.org.uk

The Singers Spring Concert Holy Trinity Church 22 May 2004, 7.30 pm Programme Now is the month of maying Thomas Morley (1557/1558 – 1602) Now is the month of Maying, when merry lads are playing! Fa, la la la. Each with his bonny lass, a-dancing on the grass, Fa, la la la. The Spring, clad all in gladness, doth laugh at Winter's sadness! Fa, la la la. And to the bagpipes’ sound, the nymphs tread out the ground! Fa, la la la. Fie! Then why sit we musing, youth’s sweet delight refusing? Fa, la la la Say, dainty nymphs and speak! Shall we play barley break? Fa, la la la. April is in my Mistress’ face Thomas Morley (1557/1558 – 1602) April is in my mistress' face, And July in her eyes hath place, Within her bosom is September, But in her heart a cold December. Exsultate Justi Andreas Hakenberger (c1574 – 1627) Let the just rejoice in the Lord: it is fitting for the righteous to praise him. Sing to him with the psaltery, the ten stringed lute. Sing him a new song, sing to him well with a strong voice. For the word of God is just and he is faithful in all his works. He loves mercy and justice. The whole world is filled with the Lord’s kindness. Sicut mater consolatur Orlandus Lassus (1532 – 1594) As a mother comforteth her children, so will I comfort you, saith the Lord ; and ye shall be comforted in Jerusalem, the city which I have chosen. And you shall see, and your heart shall rejoice. All in the April evening Sir Hugh Roberton (1874 – 1952) All in the April evening , April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs pass'd me by on the road. All in an April evening I thought on the Lamb of God. The lambs were weary, and crying with a weak human cry, I thought on the Lamb of God going meekly to die. Up in the blue, blue mountains, dewy pastures are sweet: Rest for the little bodies, rest for the little feet. But for the Lamb of God up on the hill-top green, Only a cross of shame, two stark crosses between. Ascendit Deus Peter Philips (c.1560 - c.1633) God has ascended with jubilation, and the Lord with the sound of the trumpet. Alleluia. The Lord has prepared his seat in heaven. Alleluia. Come down O love divine John Rutter (b. 1945) Solos: Lindsey Nicholls, Charlotte Treglown Come down, O love divine, seek Thou this soul of mine, And visit it with thine own ardour glowing. O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear, And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing. O let it freely burn, till earthly passions turn To dust and ashes in its heat consuming; And let thy glorious light shine ever on my sight, And clothe me round, the while my path illuming. Let holy charity mine outward vesture be, And lowliness become mine inner clothing; True lowliness of heart, which takes the humbler part, And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing. And so the yearning strong, with which the soul will long, shall far outpass the power of human telling; For none can guess its grace, till he become the place Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling. Veni Sancte Spiritus Sing we and chaunt it Thomas Morley (1557/1558 – 1602) Ave maris stella Edvard Grieg (1843 – 1907) Hail, O Star of ocean, God's own Mother blest, Ever sinless Virgin, gate of heav'nly rest. Break the sinners' fetters, make our blindness day, Chase all evils from us, for all blessing pray. Keep our life all spotless, make our way secure, Till we find in Jesus, joy for evermore. Praise to God the Father, honour to the Son, In the Holy Spirit be the glory one. Ave Maria Franz Biebl (1906 – 2001) Solos: Ian Wainwright, Scott McCall The angel of the Lord made his annunciation to Mary and she conceived by the Holy Spirit. Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Mary said: Behold the handmaiden of the Lord. Let it be unto me according to Thy word. Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us. Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners. Holy Mary, pray for us, now and at the hour of our death, Amen. Folksongs: · I love my love – arr. Holst · Ca’ the yowes – Burns, arr. Vaughan Williams Solo: Scott McCall · Londonderry Air – arr. anon Solo: Charlotte Treglown Spirituals · Were you there? – arr. Norman Luboff · My Lord, what a mornin’ – arr. Harry Thacker Burleigh Now Shout! Gerald Kemner (b. 1932) Solos: Charlotte Treglown, Scott McCall Now, shout! Shout to God is gone up with a shout. Now shout to God with triumph. Sing praises to God, sing praises to our King, Make a joyful noise. Come with singing, sing a new song, make a joyful noise. Rejoice sing praise, let the sea roar, let the floods clap their hands Let the hills be joyful together. A great King over all the earth. At the presence of the Lord which turned the rock into a sounding water, the flint into a fountain of waters. Sing, sing. Bless the Lord, my soul. Be thankful, bless his Name. Bless the Lord, his angels, his ministers, his armies, his dominion, my soul. Bless his holy name. Who forgives, who heals, loving and tender, merciful and kind, his mercy is everlasting. Clothed with honour and majesty, light as garment, clouds as chariot, Angels, spirits, Springs into valleys, clouds, moon, darkness, nights, sunrise. Clap your hands, all people, let the floods clap their hands. Make a joyful noise, shout!