Bound for the Promised Land Arranged by Emily Crocker
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possesions lie.
Chorus:
I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land
O who will come and go with me
I am bound for the promised land.
There generous fruits that never fail
On trees immortal grow;
There rocks and hills and brooks and vales
With milk and honey flow.
Chorus
Soon will the Lord my soul prepare
For joys beyond the skies,
Where never-ceasing pleasures roll,
And praises never die.
Chorus
O Sacrum Convivium T. L. de Victoria, ed. Nicholas Temperly
O Sacred Banquet!
In which Christ is received,
The memory of his passion is recalled,
The mind is filled with grace,
And the pledge of future glory
Is given to us.
Alleluia!
O sacrum convivium,
In quo Christus sumitur,
Recolitur memoria, passionis eius.
Mens impletur gratia,
Et futurae gloriae nobis pignus datur.
Alleluia.
Ave Maria Anton Bruckner, arranged by Bruce Trinkley
Hail Mary, full of grace
The Lord is with you,
Blessed are you among women,
And blessed the fruit of your womb, Jesus
Holy Mary, Mother of God
Pray for us sinners,
Now and in the hour of our death.
Amen.
Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus te cum,
Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
Et benedictus fructus ventris tui. Jesus.
Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus,
Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.
Amen.
Fishing Words by Weymouth Kirkland & Doug Bowes, Music by Doug Bowes
Away I wander river yonder
baited by the steelhead run;
Beneath the surface my real purpose:
to catch sight of a deeper one,
mid nature's spawning splendor
Away I stumble nearly tumble,
lured by beckoning charades
of people meeting, boats competing;
my journey's fleeting vision fades,
lost in the river's shimmering cascades.
I wonder as the stream is bending,
is this world's seeking never ending?
I know I've found my pleasure ground
in moments rare at work or play,
when my mind takes a holiday.
Away and gloomy I read Rumi.
His ecstatic verses fortify.
His vision bright, his homing scent
bring lightness back into my tent,
here beneath the dark October sky.
Now knots unravel, home I travel
feeling comfort close at hand;
My heart expanding I am standing
in the place where I began:
in a stillness deep, primeval.
Ubi Caritas et Amor Music by Mack Wilberg
Where there is charity and love
God is there.
The love of Christ had gathered us together.
Let us rejoice in Him and be glad.
Let us revere and love the living God.
And let us love one another with a sincere heart.
Ubi caritas et amor,
Deus ibi est.
Congregavit nos in unum, Christi amor.
Exultemus et in ipso jucundemur
Timeamus et a memus Deum vivum.
Et excorde diligamus nos sincero.
Deep River Arranged by Roy Ringwald
Deep River, my home is over Jordan,
Deep River, Lord,
I want to cross over into campground.
Oh don't you want to go
To that gospel feast,
That promised land
Where all is peace.
L'Amour de Moy Arranged by Alice Parker & RobertShaw
My love is hidden
Within a charming garden
where roses and lilies grow,
and also hollyhocks.
This garden is so sweet and gay,
it is filled with all flowers.
One may there find pleasure
at night as in the day.
Alas! There is no sound so sweet
as that of this gentle nightingale
who sings from dusk to dawn:
when he is tired, he rests himself.
I saw her, the other day,
gathering violets in a green meadow:
the most beautiful sight of all,
and the most pleasing to me.
L'amour de moy, enclose
De dans ung joly jardinet,
Ou croist la rose et le muguet
Et aussy fait la passerose.
Ce jardin est bel et plaisant,
Il est garny de toutes fleurs;
On y prend son esbattement
Autant la nuit, comme le jour.
He'las! Il n'est si doulce chose.
Que de ce doulx roussignolet,
Que chante au soir au matinet:
Quant il est las il se repose.
Je la vy l'autre jour ceuillir
La violette en ung verd pre',
La plus belle qu'oncque je vois,
Et la plus plaisante a mon gre'.
(Fifteenth century French)
Lindea Lea Music by Ralph Vaughan Williams, Words by William Barnes
Within the woodlands, flow'ry gladed,
By the oak tree's mossy moot,
The shining grass blades timber shaded, quiver under foot;
And birds do whistle overhead,
And water's bubbling in its bed,
And there for me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
When leaves, that lately were a springing,
Now do fade within the copse,
And painted birds do hush their singing on the timber tops;
And brown leav'd fruit's a turning red,
In cloudless sunshine overhead,
With fruit for me the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
Let other folk make money faster,
In the air of dark room'd towns;
I don't dread a peevish master,
Though no man may heed my frowns;
I be free to go abroad,
Or take again my homeward road,
To where, for me, the apple tree
Do lean down low in Linden Lea.
My Younger Years Lloyd Pfautsch
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
'Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.'
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
'The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.'
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.
Cockles and Mussels Arranged by Gene Puerling
In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheels her wheel barrow through the streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive all.
Chorus:
Alive alive all, alive alive all
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive all.
She was a fishmonger but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive all.
She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive alive all.
I Wan' To Be Ready William L. Dawson
I Wan' To Be Ready
I want to be ready,
I want to be ready,
I want to be ready,
To walk in Jerusalem just like John.
John said the city was just foursquare,
Walk in Jerusalem just like John.
And he declared he'd meet me there,
Walk in Jerusalem just like John.
Refrain
O John, O John, what do you say?
Walk in Jerusalem just like John.
That I'll be there at the coming day,
Walk in Jerusalem just like John.
Refrain
When Peter was preaching at Pentecost
Walk in Jerusalem just like John.
He was endowed with the Holy Ghost,
Walk in Jerusalem just like John.
Refrain
If you get there before I do,
Walk in Jerusalem just like John.
Tell all my friend I'm a-comin', too,
Walk in Jerusalem just like John.
Refrain
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