Program

University Choral Society

Dr. Adam Luebke, conductor
Kevin McGill, pianist
Aaron Roos, graduate assistant conductor

Graduate String Quartet
Dr. Brian Snow, faculty advisor
Autumn Hope Kuntz, violin
Federico Andres Orlando, violin
Jaylon Darrell Hayes-Keller, viola
Hayley Rose Currin, cello

Veni, sancte, spiritus | Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791)
          Aaron Roos, conductor

Veni sancte Spiritus,
Reple tuorum corda fidelium,
et tui amoris in eis ignem accende.

qui per diversitatem linguarum cunctarum
gentes in unitate fidei congregasti.
Alleluia.

Come, Holy Spirit,
Fill the hearts of your faithful,
and kindle in them the fire of your love.

Who, through the diversity of all languages,
gathered all nations in the unity of faith.
Alleluia.

Magnificat | Antonio Vivaldi (1678-1741)
          Beatrice Guenther, soprano soloist
          Lisa Brooke Morgan, soprano soloist

I. Magnificat anima mea Dominum.

II. Et exultavit spiritus meus
in Deo, salutari meo.
Quia respexit humilitatem
ancillae suae:
ecce enim ex hoc beatam me
dicent omnes generationes.
Quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est
et sanctum nomen eius.  

III. Et misericordia eius a progenie
in progenies timentibus eum.  

IV. Fecit potentiam in brachio suo,
dispersit superbos mente cordis sui.  

V. Deposuit potentes de sede,
et exaltavit humiles.

VI. Esurientes implevit bonis,
et divites dimisit inanes.  

VII. Suscepit Israel, puerum suum,
recordatus misericordiae suae.  

VIII. Sicut locutus est ad patres nostros,
Abraham, et semini eius in saecula.  

IX. Gloria Patri, et Filio,
et Spiritui Sancto. 

Sicut erat in principio, et nunc,
et semper, et in saecula saeculorum.
Amen.  

I. My soul doth magnify the Lord

II. And my spirit hath rejoiced
in God my saviour.
For he hath regarded the lowliness
of his handmaiden:
for behold, from henceforth
all generations shall call me blessed.
For he that is mighty hath magnified me
and holy is his name.

III. And his mercy is on them that fear him
throughout all generations.

IV. He hath showed strength with his arm:
he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.

V. He hath put down the mighty from their seat,
and hath exalted the humble.

VI. He hath filled the hungry with good things:
and the rich he hath sent empty away.

VII. He remembering his mercy,
hath holpen his servant Israel.

VIII. As he promised to our forefathers,
Abraham and his seed for ever.

IX. Glory be to the Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now,
and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.

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A Cappella Choir

Dr. Adam Luebke, conductor
Kevin McGill, pianist
Kourtney Hill, graduate assistant
Alejandro Goenaga, graduate assistant 

Ain’a That Good News | African-American Spiritual, arr. William Dawson (1899-1990)

I got a crown up in-a the Kingdom,
Ain'-a that good news!
I got a crown up in-a the Kingdom,
Ain'-a that good news!
I'm a-goin’ to lay down this worl’,
Goin’-a shoulder up-uh my cross.
Goin’-a take it home-a to my Jesus,
Ain'-a that good news!

I got a harp up in-a the Kingdom,
Ain'-a that good news!
I got a harp up in-a the Kingdom,
Ain'-a that good news!
I'm a-goin’ to lay down this worl’, For my Lawd!
Goin’-a shoulder up my cross,
Goin’-a take it home-a to my Jesus,
Ain'-a that good news!

I got a robe up in-a the Kingdom,
Ain'-a that good news!
I got a robe up in-a the Kingdom,
Ain'-a that good news!
I'm a-goin' to lay down this worl’,
Goin’-a shoulder up-uh my cross.
Goin’-a take it home-a to my Jesus,

I got a Saviour in-a the Kingdom,
Ain't-a that good news!
I got a Saviour in-a the Kingdom,
Ain't-a that good news!
I'm a-goin' to lay down this worl’,
Goin’-a shoulder up-uh my cross.
Goin’-a take it home-a to my Jesus,
Ain'-a that good news! My Lawd!
Ain'-a that good news!

Ain’a That Good News | Rollo Dilworth (b. 1970)

I got a crown up in-a that kingdom,
Ain't-a that good news.
I got a crown up in-a that kingdom,
Ain't-a that good news.
I'm gonna lay down this world.
gonna shoulder up-a mah cross.
I’m gonna take it home-a to mah Jesus,
Ain't-a that good news.

I got a robe up in-a that kingdom,
Ain't-a that good news.
I got a robe up in-a that kingdom,
Ain't-a that good news.
I'm gonna lay down this world.
I’m gonna shoulder up-a mah cross.
Gonna take it home-a to mah Jesus,
Ain't-a that good news.

I got a home up in-a that Kingdom,
Ain't-a that good news, that’s good news.
I got a home up in-a that Kingdom, my Lord,
Ain't-a that good news.
I'm gonna lay down this world.
gonna shoulder up-a mah cross.
I’m gonna take it home-a to mah Jesus,
Ain't-a that good news, that’s good news.

I’m gonna take it home.
I’m gonna take it to mah Lord.
I’m gonna take it home-a to mah Jesus,
Ain’t-a that good news, that’s good news.

Sicut cervus | Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina (1525-1594)

Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum,                                  
ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.

As the hart is athirst for streams of clear running water,
So do I long for thee, with my whole being, O Lord my God.

Alma Redemptoris Mater | Palestrina
          Alejandro Goenaga, conductor

Alma Redemptoris Mater, quae pervia coeli
Porta manes, et stella maris, succurre cadenti,
Surgere qui curat, populo: Tu quae genuisti,
Natura mirante, tuum sanctum Genitorem
Virgo prius ac posterius, Gabrielis ab ore
Sumens illud Ave, Peccatorum miserere.

Loving Mother of our Saviour, Thou portal that opens unto heaven,
Thou star of the sea, Look downward to mankind,
Grant thy grace to those who seek thine aid:
Nature Stands in wonder of thee,
Mother of Christ, Lord most holy, blesses Saviour,
Thou a virgin then and evermore.
Gabriel came to thee saying, All hail,
Mary full of grace. Hear from heaven we implore thee.

Reasons for Loving the Harmonica | Libby Larsen (b. 1950)
          Kourtney Hill, conductor

Wee-oo-ee-oo-ee-oo-ee

Because it isn’t harmonious;
Because it gleams like the chrome
On a fifty-seven Chevy’s front grille;
Because it fits in a hobo’s bandana,

Because it tolerates spit;
A little spit and the music is fervent;
Because it’s easily rigged
To a Contraption that frees the human hands;

Wee-oo-ee-oo-ee-oo-ee

Because it’s cynical, yet sings;
Because it isn’t harmonious;
Because it gleams like chrome;
Because it fits in a hobo’s bandana;
Because it’s rigged to a contraption;
Because it sings breathing in,

Ah oo-ee-oo-ee-oo-ee-oo-ee

Black Is The Color Of My True Love’s Hair | American Folksong, arr. Stuart Churchill (1907-2000)

Black is the color of my true love’s hair.
Her lips are something wondrous fair;
The purest eyes and the daintiest hands.
I love the grass on where she stands.

I love my love and well she knows.
I love the grass on where she goes.
If she on earth no more I’d see,
My life would quickly fade away.
Black is the color of my true love’s hair.

Deutche Volkslieder, Deutsche Volkslieder, WoO 34 | Johannes Brahms (1833-1897)

#9 Abschiedslied
Ich fahr dahin, wenn es muß sein,                                       
Ich scheid mich von der Liebsten mein,                         
Zuletzt laß ich ihrs Herze mein,                                             
Dieweil ich leb; so soll es sein.                                               
Ich fahr dahin, ich fahr dahin!                                                  

Das sag ich ihr und niemand mehr:                                    
Mein'm Herzen g'schah noch nie so weh.                     
Sie liebet mich je länger je mehr;                                          
Durch Meiden muß ich leiden Pein.                                   
Ich fahr dahin, ich fahr dahin!
Ich bitt dich, liebste Fraue mein,                                          
Wann ich dich mein und anders kein,                              
Wann ich dir gib mein Lieb allein,                                        
Gedenk, daß ich dein eigen bin.                                             
Ich fahr dahin, ich fahr dahin!                                                  

Nun halt die Treu als stet als ich!                                         
So wie du willt, so findst du mich.                                       
Halt dich in Hut, das bitt ich dich!                                       
Gesegn dich Gott! Ich fahr dahin!                                        
Ich fahr dahin, ich fahr dahin!

I’m going away, if that's how it must be,
I’m leaving my beloved,
But in the end, I left her my heart,
As I live, so shall it be.
I’m going away, I’m going away!

This I told to her, and no one else:
My heart has never ached so much.
She will still love me;
By avoiding [her], I’ll suffer.
I’m going away, I’m going away!

I beg you, my dear lady,
If I love you and no other,
If I give my love to you alone,
Remember that I’m yours.
I’m going away, I’m going away!

So be faithful to me, as I am to you!
As you wish, so you will find me [to be].
Remain safe at home, this I pray you!
God bless you! I’m going away!
I’m going away, I’m going away!

#8 In Stiller Nacht
In stiller Nacht, zur ersten Wacht,
ein Stimm’ begunnt zu klagen,
der nächt’ge Wind hat süß und lind
zu mir den Klang getragen.   
Von herben Leid und Traurigkeit
ist mir das Herz zerflossen,
die Blümelein, mit Tränen rein
hab’ ich sie all’ begossen.

Der schöne Mond will untergahn,
für Leid nicht mehr mag scheinen,
die Sterne lan ihr Glitzen stahn,
mit mir sie wollen weinen.
Kein Vogelsang noch Freudenklang
man höret in den Lüften,
die wilden Tier’ trauern auch mit mir
in Steinen und in Klüften.

In silent night, at first watch,
A voice begins to lament.
The night wind has sweetly and gently
Carried the sound to me.
With bitter pain and sorrow
My heart is melted.
With simple tears and flowers
I have watered all of them.

The lovely moon will now set,
For sorrow it doesn’t want to shine,
The stars stop their gleaming,
They want to weep with me.
No birdsong nor joyous sounds
Can be heard in the air.
Even the wild beast grieve with me 
In rocks and ravines.

#11 Die Wollust in den Maien
Die Wollust in den Maien,
die Zeit hat Freuden bracht,
Die Blümlein mancherleien,
Ein jeglichs nach sein'r G'stalt,
Das sind die roten Röselein,                 
Der Feyl, der grüne Klee;
Von herzer Liebe scheiden
Das tut weh.

Der Vögelein Gesange,
Die Zeit hat Freuden bracht,
Ihr Lieb tät mich bezwingen,
Freundlich sie zu mir sprach:
Sollt, schönes Lieb, ich fragen dich,
Wollst fein berichten mich.
Genad mir, schöne Frauen,
So sprach ich.

Nach manchem Seufzer schwere,
Komm ich wohl wieder dar,
Nach Jammer und nach Leide
Seh ich dein Äuglein klar.
Ich bitt dich, Auserwählte mein,
Laß dir befohlen sein
Das treue, junge Herze,
Das Herze mein.

Pleasure in springtime,
This time of year has brought joy,
The diverse little blossoms,
Each according to its own kind,
There are red rosebuds,
The violet, the green clover;
Parting from my Love
Pains me.

The little birds’ singing,
This time of year has brought joy,
Her love has conquered me,
She spoke to me in a friendly way
“Should I, handsome darling, ask you,
Answer me truthfully.”
“Be gracious to  me, beautiful Lady,”
I responded.

After many heavy sighs,
I will return to you,
After enduring anguish and sorrow
I’ll see your clear eyes.
I beg you, my intended,
Place under your protection
This true, young heart,
This heart of mine.
 

*****Intermission*****
 

Collegiate Chorale

Richard Schnipke, conductor
Heather Goldman, pianist
Aaron Roos, graduate assistant conductor

Of Love and Loss

This Is Nothing but Thy Love | Patrick Vu
          Aaron Roos, baritone

Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart,
This golden light dances,
It dances upon the leaves,
These idle clouds sail across the sky,
This passing breeze leaves its coolness upon my forehead,
The morning light has flooded my eyes;
This is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above,
Thy eyes look down on my eyes,
And my heart has touched thy feet.

Reincarnations | Samuel Barber
     1. Mary Hynes

She is the sky of the sun!
She is the dart of love!
She is the love of my heart!
She is a rune!
She is above the women
of the race of Eve,
as the sun is above the moon!
Lovely and airy
the view from the hill
that looks down from Ballylea!
But no good sight is good,
until you see
the blossom of branches
walking towards you, airily.    

3. The Coolin'

Come with me, under my coat,
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
or wine if it be thy will.
And we will talk,
until talk is a trouble, too,
out on the side of the hill;
And nothing is left to do,
but an eye to look into an eye,
and a hand in a hand to slip;
and a sigh to answer a sigh;
And a lip to find out a lip!
What if the night be black!
And the air
on the mountain chill!
Where all but the fern is still!
Stay with me, under my coat!
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
out on the side of the hill!                                                   

Arise Beloved | Rosephanie Powell
          Alejo Goenaga, conductor

Arise! Arise! Arise, my love!
Arise, beloved, fair one, come away;
For lo, the winter is passed.
Beloved, come away.
Come, the rain has gone;
The flowers appear.
The birds are singing.
Come, your hand in mine;
We’ll taste of the grapevines.
And hear the turtle doves;
Their voices sing of joy and love.
Hush! Do not awaken, love.
Do not arouse ‘til it pleases.
As the gazelles and does of the field,
So is my beloved.
Arise, beloved, fair one, come away;
Arise, my love! Arise!

Non è tempo | Marco Cara
          Dr. Arne Spohr, recorder
          Jake Weil, lute

Non è tempo d’aspettare
Quando s’ha bonazza e vento
Non è tempo d’aspettare
Quando s’ha bonazza e vento
Che si vede in un momento
Ogni cosa variare
Non è tempo d’aspettare
Quando s’ha bonazza e vento

Now is not the time for waiting
When the weather is fine and breezy
Now is not the time for waiting
When the weather is fine and breezy
When in an instant
Everything can change
Now is not the time for waiting
When the weather is fine and breezy

Gottes Zeit ist die allerbeste Zeit, BWV 106 | J.S. Bach
     The BGSU Early Music Ensemble, directed by Dr. Arne Spohr
          Dr. Arne Spohr, Owen Polkinghorn, recorders
          Joey Miller, Josh Lyphout, violas da gamba
          Hailey Currin, violoncello    
     Soloists   
          Ethan Martinez, tenor
          Logan Gutierrez, baritone
          Laney Mitchell, soprano
          Isabella Olzak, mezzo-soprano
          Zachary Flasch, baritone

Gottes Zeit ist die allerbeste Zeit.
In ihm leben, weben und sind wir, solange
er will.
In ihm sterben wir zur rechten Zeit, wenn er
will.

Ach, Herr, lehre uns bedenken, daß wir
sterben müssen, auf daß wir klug werden.

Bestelle dein Haus; denn du wirst sterben
und nicht lebendig bleiben!

Es ist der alte Bund: Mensch, du mußt sterben!
Ja, komm, Herr Jesu

Ich hab mein Sach' Gott heimgestellt
Er mach's mit mir wie's ihm gefällt
Soll ich all hier noch länger lebn
Nicht wider strebn
Seim Willn tu ich mich ganz ergebn.

In deine Hände befehl ich meinen Geist; du
hast mich erlöset, Herr, du getreuer Gott.

Heute wirst du mit mir im Paradies sein.                    

Mit Fried und Freud ich fahr dahin
In Gottes Willen,
Getrost ist mir mein Herz und Sinn,
Sanft und stille.
Wie Gott mir verheißen hat:
Der Tod ist mein Schlaf worden.

Glorie, Lob, Ehr und Herrlichkeit
Sei dir, Gott Vater und Sohn bereit',
Dem Heilgen Geist mit Namen!
Die göttlich Kraft
Mach uns sieghaft
Durch Jesum Christum, Amen.

God's time is the best of all times.
In him we live, move and are, as long as he wills.
In him we die at the appointed time, when he will

Ah, Lord, teach us to consider that we must die,
so that we might become wise

Put your house in order;
for you will die and not remain alive!

It is the ancient law: human, you must die!
Yes, come, Lord Jesus!

I have brought my affairs home to God,
he does with me as it pleases him,
if I should live yet longer here,
I shall not struggle against it;
rather I do his will with total devotion.

Into your hands I commit my spirit;
you have redeemed me, Lord, faithful God

Today you will be with me in Paradise

With peace and joy I depart
in God's will,
My heart and mind are comforted,
calm, and quiet.
As God had promised me:
death has become my sleep.

Glory, praise, honor, and majesty
be prepared for you, God the Father and the Son,
for the Holy Spirit by name!
The divine power
makes us victorious
through Jesus Christ, Amen.

Bach (Again) Come Sweet Death | J.S. Bach, arr. Sandberg

Come, sweet death!
Come, soothing rest.
Come and lead me homeward.
I am weary of life and longing.
Come, I am waiting for thee,
Come now, and set me free!
My eyes at last are gently closing now.
Come, blessed rest!

In Remembrance | Jeffery Ames
          Phoebe Saboley, horn

Lux aeterna, luceat eis, domine
Let perpetual light shine on them, O Lord                 
Turn to me and be gracious,
For my heart is in distress.
O God, my God why hast thou forsaken me?
My tears linger at night,
But joy comes in the morning light.
Lord, in your infinite mercy,
Grant them rest, rest forever more.

Sweet Rivers | Shawn Kirchner

Sweet rivers of redeeming love lie just before mine eyes;
Had I the pinions of a dove, I’d to those rivers fly.
I’d rise superior to my pain, with joy outstrip the wind;
I’d cross o’er Jordan’s stormy waves and leave the world behind.
A few more days, or years at most, my troubles will be o’er;
I hope to join the heavenly host on Canaan’s happy shore.
My rapt’rous soul shall drink and feast in love’s unbounded sea,
The glorious hope of endless rest is ravishing to me.
O! Come, my Savior, come away, and bear me through the sky,
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay, but quickly draw thou nigh.
Then I shall join the angel throng and circle ‘round thy throne;
I’ll sing through the age song, and joy to be thine own.

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