Falcon Choral Festival
2025 Falcon Choral Festival
Emily Pence Brown and Richard Schnipke, BGSU faculty conductors
Heather Goldman, pianist
Program
Collegiate Chorale
Hands | Jocelyn Hagen
Isabella Olzak and Aaron Roos, soloists
He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands | arr. Cedric Dent
Dominic Carlozzi, soloist
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
He’s got the you and me, brother, in His hands.
He’s got you and me, sister, in His hands.
He’s got the itty bitty babies in His hands.
Uphethe bonk’a bantu Ezandle’ Uphe thum hlab’ Ezandleni.
(Translation: “He’s got the whole world in His Hands”)
He’s got the whole world in His hands.
High School Festival Chorus
How Can I Keep from Singing? | arr. Gwyneth Walker
My life flows on in endless song above earth’s lamentation.
I hear the real though distant song that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife I hear the music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul, how can I keep from singing?
What though the tempest loudly roars, I hear the truth, it’s living!
What though the darkness round me close, songs in the night it’s giving!
No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that rock I’m clinging.
Since I believe that love abides, how can I keep from singing?
When tyrants tremble when they hear the bells of freedom ringing.
When friends rejoice both far and near, how can I keep from singing?
In prison cell, in dungeon dark, our thoughts to them are winging.
When friends hold courage in their heart, how can I keep from singing?
The Storm Is Passing Over | Ira D. Sankey/Charles Albert Tindley, arr. Larry Nickel
The Lord’s our rock, in Him we hide
A shelter in the time of storm
Secure, whatever ill betide
A shelter in the time of storm
Oh, Jesus is the Rock in a weary land
A shelter in the time of storm
Have courage, my soul
And let us journey on
Though the night is dark
And I am far from home
Thanks be to God
The morning light appears
The storm is passing over
Halleluia
The Awakening | Joseph M. Martin
I dreamed a dream,
A silent dream,
Of a land not far away.
Where no birds sang,
No steeples rang,
And teardrops fell like rain.
I dreamed a dream,
A silent dream
Of a land so filled with pride
That ev'ry song,
Both weak and strong,
Withered and died.
I dreamed a dream.
No alleluia,
Not one hosanna,
No song of love,
No lullaby.
And no choir sang to change the world.
No pipers played; no dancers twirled.
I dreamed a dream,
A silent dream.
Silent. Silent....
Awake! Awake! Awake! Awake!
Soli Deo Gloria! Awake! Awake!
Awake! Awake, my soul, and sing!
The time for praise has come.
The silence of the night has passed;
A new day has begun.
Let music never die in me!
Forever let my spirit sing!
Wherever emptiness is found,
Let there be joy and glorious sound.
Let music never die in me!
Forever let my spirit sing!
Let all our voices join as one
To praise the Giver of the song!
Awake! Awake!
Let music live!
Combined Choirs
Hope for Resolution | arr. Paul Caldwell & Sean Ivroy
Adam Hanna, saxophone and flute
Of the Father’s love begotten
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the Source, the Ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see
Evermore and evermore.
O that birth forever blessed,
when the virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving,
bare the Savior of our race;
And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer,
First revealed His sacred face,
evermore and evermore!
O ye heights of heaven, adore Him;
Angel hosts, His praises sing;
Powers, dominions, bow before Him
And extol our God and King.
Let no tongue on earth be silent,
Every voice in concert ring
Evermore and evermore.
Thula sizwe, ungabokala,
uJehova wakho uzokunqobela.
Inkululeko, sizoyithola,
uJehova wakho uzokunqobela.
Translation:
Nation, do not cry.
Jehovah will protect us.
We will attain freedom.
Jehovah will protect us.
Homeland | Grace Coberly
Dear love, dear friend, see how gentle the night
That warms us from the cold.
When we met, I could swear I had known you before
In a lifetime gentler still.
This is our homeland, our haven in the woods –
Familiar shadows, a sky we call our own.
And surely, we all will meet again.
In music, we’ll never be alone.
If the night falls too fast, I will seek out the sun
and paint it in the sky.
If the monsters return, I will drive them away
to keep you safe with me.
This is our homeland, our haven in the woods –
Familiar shadows, a sky we call our own.
And surely, we all will meet again.
When we’re centuries old and our voices are gone,
we will all come home.
Updated: 11/21/2025 10:41AM