Amazing Grace
Traditional Hymn arr. By Sandi Patti Helvering
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a soul like me.
I once was lost but now am found
I was blind but now I see. T’was grace that taught my heart to fear
and grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed. Through many dangers toils and snares
I have already come.
T’was grace that 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!
Oh What a Beautiful City!
Traditional Negro Spiritual arr. By Edward Boatner
[chorus]
Oh, what a beautiful city!
Oh, what a beautiful city!
Oh, what a beautiful city!
Twelve gates a- to de city a- Halleluh!
[repeat chorus]
Three gates in a- de east,
Three gates in a- de west,
Three gates in a- de north,
And three gates in a- de south, Makin’ it
Twelve gates a- to de city a- Halleluh!
[repeat chorus]
My lord built a- dat city,
And He said it was just a- four square,
And He said he wanted you sinners
To meet Him in a- de air ‘case He built
Twelve gates a- to de city, a- Halleluh!
[chorus]
Do You Know Him
No. 4 from “Honey and Rue” André Previn, words by Toni Morrison
Do you know him? Easy, easy, easy.
My God. He’s easy to take. To mistake, so easy.
Do you know him? He lasts, my Lord.
How long? So long, so long, so long, so long he lasts.
Do you know Him! I know Him. Ah!
I know him. Come Sunday
Duke Ellington
Come Sunday, O come Sunday that’s the day.
Lord, dear Lord of love, God almight God above
please look down and see my people through.
I believe that God put sun and moon up in the sky.
When the day is gray I know it’s clouds passing by.
Up from dawn ‘til sunset people work hard all day.
Come Sunday, O come Sunday that’s the day.
Often we’ll feel weary, but He knows our every care.
Go to Him in secret he will hear your every prayer.
He’ll bring peace and comfort to every troubled mind.
Come Sunday, O come Sunday that’s the day.
I believe God is now, was then, and always will be.
With God’s blessing we can make it through eternity.
Lord, dear Lord of love, God almight God above
please look down and see my people through. Sure on this Shining Night
Samuel Barber, Op 13 No.3; poet James Agee
Sure on this shining night of star-made shadows round
Kindness must watch for me this side the ground.
The late year lies down the North.
All is healed! All is health!
High summer holds the earth.
Hearts all whole.
Sure on this shining night I weep for wonder.
Wand’ring far alone of shadows on the stars. Were You There?
Traditional Negro Spiritual
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
O, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
O, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when he rose up from the grave?
Were you there when he rose up from the grave?
O, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble!
Were you there when he rose up from the grave? Psalms 142
Ned Rorem, from “Cycle of Holy Songs”
I cried unto the Lord with my voice;
With my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication
I poured out my complaint before Him;
I shewed before Him my trouble.
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
then Thou knewest my path
In the way wherein I walked
Have they privily laid a snare for me.
I looked on my right hand, and beheld,
but there was no man that would know me:
Refuge failed me: no man cared for my soul.
I cried unto thee, O Lord:
I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion
in the land of the living. Attend unto my cry;
for I am brought very low:
deliver me from my persecutors;
for they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise Thy name:
The righteous shall compass me about;
for Thou shall deal bountifully with me.
I cried unto the Lord;
Unto the Lord did I make my supplication.
Attend unto my cry. Pie Jesu
From “Requiem” by Gabriel Fauré
Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem.
Dona, Domine, dona eis requiem,
Sempi ternam requiem.
Pie Jesu, pie Jesu Domine,
Dona eis, sempi ternam requiem.
Translation:
Blessed Jesus, Lord our God,
grant them thy eternal rest.
The Lord’s Prayer
Our Father which art in heaven
hallowed be thy name
thy kingdom come
thy will be done in earth
as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread
and forgive us debts as we forgive our debtors
and lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom and the power
and the glory forever, Amen. Psalms 150
Ned Rorem, from “Cycle of Holy Songs”
Praise ye the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary:
Praise Him in the firmament of His power.
Praise Him for his mighty acts:
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness.
Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet:
Praise Him with the psaltery and harp.
Praise Him with the timbral and the dance:
Praise Him with stringed instruments and organs.
Praise Him upon the loud cymbals:
Praise Him upon the high sounding cymbals.
Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.
Praise ye the Lord. Come to Me
From Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata
Come to me. Come to me all ye that need rest.
Take my yoke. Take my yoke upon you and learn of me.
All ye that labor, all ye that are heavily leaded,
I will give you rest.
I am meek. I am meek, I am lowly, lowly in heart.
For I am meek in heart.
Come to me. Come to me all ye that need rest.
Come to me. Come to me to find rest unto your souls.
My yoke is easy. My burden light.
My yoke is easy and my burden is light, is light.
O come to me all ye. To find rest, come to me.
Alleluja
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart from Exultate Jubilate, K.165
Alleluja. Forever Friends
Kathy Frizzell and Clair Cloninger
All around us things are changing.
Seasons come and seasons go.
Very few things last forever,
but deep within our hearts we know
[chorus:]
We’re forever friends.
Bound by love that time can’t take away.
Forever friends, caring in a special kind of way.
Heart to heart and hand in hand, we’ll stand until the end.
Love’s forever when you’re forever friends. We are children of the Father,
in His keeping and His care.
And the spirit that He gives us is a love we’re
meant to share.
[repeat chorus]
And though we know it’s time to say goodbye,
We will always be together and here’s the reason why:
Bound by love that time can’t take away.
Forever friends, caring in a special kind of way.
Heart to heart and hand in hand we’ll stand until the end.
Love’s forever when you’re forever friends. Love In Any Language
Jon Mohr and John Mays
Je t’aime, te amo, ya tyibya lyublyu,
Ani ohevet othka, I love you.
The sounds are all as different
as the lands from which they came.
And though our words are all unique,
our hearts are still the same.
[chorus]
Love in any language, straight from the heart,
pulls us all together, never apart.
And once we learn to speak it
all the world will hear.
Love in any language fluently spoken here. We teach the young our differences
but look how we’re the same.
We love to laugh. We dream our dreams.
We know the sting of pain.
From Leningrad to Lexington
the farmer loves his land.
And daddies all get misty eyed
to give their daughter’s hand.
O maybe when we realize how much there is to share,
We’ll find to much in common to pretend
it isn’t there.
[repeat chorus]
Though the rhetoric of government may keep us
worlds apart. There’s no misinterpreting
the language of the heart.
[repeat chorus]
Hymns
Words and Music by Paul McKusker and David Maddux,
arr. by David Maddux
I hear their song, their words of beauty reaching deep within cathedrals of my
heart. Angelic choirs reverberate the stained glass windows of saints and
sinners in their place, singing now “Amazing grace.” While in the glory of their
faith, I’m drawn to find my part and sing with all my heart. I know their words, their thoughts reflecting simple truths of testimonies rich in
love. Their eyes can see the mystery of loving kindness, of chains that bind us,
torn away and power found in each new day. The Lord’s compassion on
display, His touch from heaven above gave words to speak their love. Composer of my soul, show me all You show to them; But hymn Writer, hymn
Singer, let me know their request, let me share their offering, put the notes in my
heart, the lyrics on my lips. And let the essence of my life be a song that others
will want to sing.
I see their lives like tears that fall upon the page, a mark indelible in time. What
sacrifice, their hearts poured out like raging waters for sons and daughters to
believe, and generations to receive the harvest white from all their seeds. No
greater love sublime could change this heart of mine.
Composer of my soul, show me all You show to them; But hymn Writer, hymn
Singer, let me know their request, let me share their offering, put the notes in my
heart, the lyrics on my lips. And let the essence of my life be a song that others
will want to sing, a song that others will want to sing. Going Home
Adapted from Dvorak’s “New World Symphony”
Going home, going home, Lord, I’m going home.
Going home, going home, Lord I’m going home.
No more tears no more care. No more grief to bear.
All the folks we once knew, waiting over there.
To the light we shall go. All is peaceful there.
Going home, going home, Lord, I’m going home.
You’ll Never Walk Alone
Oscar Hammerstein and Richard Rogers from “Carousel”
When you walk through a storm
hold your head up high
and don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm is a golden sky
and the sweet, silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain
though our dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
and you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll never walk alone.
They Could Not
They looked at him and saw a simple man.
A carpenter with healing in his hand.
They saw him calm the sea and heal a dying man.
They saw but could the really understand?
They could not. They could not.
Though they tried, they could not.
He was just a simple carpenter with healing in his hand,
but could they really understand? They could not. They listened to the teaching that they heard.
And wondered at the mystery of his word.
They wondered what he meant about a Father’s plan.
They heard, but could they really understand?
They could not. They could not.
Thought they tried, they could not.
They listened to his teaching about a Father’s plan
but could they really understand? They could not. So finally upon a rugged cross,
they killed the man who would not suffer loss.
And when at last they took what willingly he gave,
he died, but could they keep him in the grave?
They could not. They could not.
Praise God, they could not.
And when at last they took from him
what willingly he gave,
Could they keep him in the grave?
They could not. |
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