Concert Selections from our 2015 program
Amazing Grace with Matt Mandrones, violin, Stephen Meharg, viola, soloists Alison Askeland, soprano, and Nicole Lamartine, soprono, PLUS the addition of a "Kyrie Eleison"(Lord, Have Mercy) by the arranger, Roger Ames. Listen for the sound of bagpipes at the very end of this piece.
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.
Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed.
Sung in Spanish - Abbreviated version by composer Z. Randall Stroope. Here is complete poem written by Garcilaso de la Vega (1501-1536)
Your every aspect is written on my soul:
and how much more I desire to write.
None but you has written, and I may only read,
that in the reading, I might hide ever from you.
In this I am and ever will be settled, even though I see in you some few incompatibilities
(because I do not well understand what I believe, already taking my fidelity for granted.)
I was not born but to love you.
You my soul has cut to its measure,
it's you that I want as a cloak for my soul.
How much I must confess I owe you,
for you I was born, for you I have life.
Were it necessary, for you I would die,
and for you I do die!
Hail the bless'd morn, see the great Mediator
Down from the regions of glory descend.
Shepherds go worship the babe in the manger
Brightest and best of the stars of the morning,
Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid;
Star in the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining;
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,
Maker and Monarch and Savior of all!
Soloists: Erik Edmundson and Matt Pierce, Shawn Kirchner, Composer
When I am gone
Don't you cry for me
Don't you pity my sorry soul
What pain there might have been
Will now be passed
And my spirit will be whole.
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way
I'll have left my feet of clay upon the ground
I will be glory bound
I'll be on my way
When I am gone
Please forgive the wrong that I might have done.
There'll be no room for regrets up there above,
Way beyond the blue.
When I am gone, don't you look for me in the places I have been.
I'll be alive but somewhere else, I'll be on my way again.
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way.
I'll lift my wings and soar into the air
There'll be glory everywhere,
I'll be on my way.
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way
I'll have laid my frown and all my burdens down
I'll be putting on my crown
I'll be on my way.
I'll have left my feet of clayupon the ground
I will be glory bound
I'll be on my way.