REPERTOIRE LIST

CHOIR & ORCHESTRA

Nanie, op. Op. 82 (13:00) CHANGED Johannes Brahms
(1833-1897)
Rise Up, My Love (1:55) Healey Willan
(1880-1968)
Mon coeur se recommande a vous (2:00) Orlando di Lasso
(1532-1594)

CANADIAN
Come to the Road (3:45) Zachary Wadsworth
(b. 1983)
…sempiternam (5:00) Jeffrey Ryan
(b. 1962)
Come Lovely and Soothing Death (4:00) James Rolfe
(b. 1961)
Exaudi (9:00) with solo cello Jocelyn Morlock
(b. 1969)

NON-CANADIAN
Calme des nuits op. 68 no. 1 (3:20) Camille Saint-Saëns
(1835-1921)
Ich aber bin elend op. 110 no. 1 (3:30) Johannes Brahms
(1833-1897)
Data est mihi omnis potestas (4:00) James MacMillan
(b. 1959)
Ich bin der Welt (6:30) Gustav Mahler arr. Clytus Gottwald
(1860-1911) (b. 1925)
Richte mich Gott op. 78 no. 2 (4:00) Felix Mendelssohn
(1809-1847)
Nunc Dimittis (6:00) Arvo Pärt
(b. 1935)
Lux Aeterna (4:00) Edward Elgar arr. by John Cameron
‘Nimrod’ from the Enigma Variations (1857-1934)
Quick, we have but a second (:50) Charles Villiers Stanford
(1852-1924)
Original Language
Nanie - Text by Friedrich
von Schiller
German Text​:
Auch das Schöne muß
sterben! Das Menschen und
Götter bezwinget,
Nicht die eherne Brust rührt
es des stygischen Zeus.
Einmal nur erweichte die
Liebe den
Schattenbeherrscher,
Und an der Schwelle noch,
streng, rief er zurück sein
Geschenk.
Nicht stillt Aphrodite dem
schönen Knaben die Wunde,
die in den zierlichen Leib
grausam der Eber geritzt.
Nicht erretet den göttlichen
Held die unsterbliche Mutter,
Wenn er, am skäischen Tor
fallend, sein Schicksal erfüllt.
Aber sie steigt aus dem Meer
mit allen Töchtern des
Nereus,
Und die Klage hebt an um
den verherrlichten Sohn.
Siehe, da weinen die Götter,
es weinen die Göttinnin alle,
Daß das Schöne vergeht,
daß das Vollkommene stirbt.
Auch ein Klaglied zu sein im
Mund der Geliebten, ist
Herrlich,
Denn das Gemeine geht
klanglos zum Orkus hinab.
Rise up my love, my fair one,
and come away.
For lo, the winter is past, the
rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear upon the
English
The beautiful, too, must die!
That which subjugates men
and gods
does not stir the brazen
heart of the stygian Zeus​1​.
Only once did love melt the
Lord of Shadows,
and just at the threshhold, he
strictly yanked back his gift.
Aphrodite does not heal the
beautiful boy's wound,
which the boar ripped cruelly
in that delicate body.
Neither does the immortal
mother save the divine hero
when, falling at the Scaean
Gate, he fulfills his fate.
She ascends from the sea
with all the daughters of
Nereus,
and lifts up a lament for her
glorious son.
Behold! the gods weep; all
the goddesses weep,
that the beautiful perish, that
perfection dies.
But to be a dirge on the lips
of loved ones can be a
marvellous thing;
for that which is common
goes down to Orcus​2​ in
silence.
French
La Beauté aussi doit aussi
mourir ! Elle qui subjugue les
hommes et les dieux
N'émeut pas la poitrine
d'airain de Zeus stygien.
Une fois seulement, l'amour
attendrit le Maître des
Ombres,
Et encore sur le seuil, il
déclina son cadeau d'un
grand cri.
Aphrodite ne calme pas la
blessure du bel enfant
Au corps délicat déchiré par
le cruel verrat.
La mère immortelle ne sauve
pas le héros divin,
Quand, tombant à la porte
Scée, il accomplit son destin.
Mais elle émerge de la mer,
avec toutes les sœurs de
Nérée,
Et alors sa lamentation
s'élève pour son glorieux fils.
Vois ! les dieux pleurent, et
toutes les déesses pleurent
La disparition de la Beauté, la
mort de la perfection.
Une complainte dans la
bouche de la bien‑aimée
aussi est merveille,
Car le commun disparaît
sans bruit dans les enfers
d'Orcus.
Lève-toi, ma bien-aimée, ma
belle, viens
Car voilà l’hiver est passé,
C’en est fini des pluies, elles ont
disparu.
Sur notre terre les fleurs se
earth. montrent.
The time of singing of birds is Le chant des oiseaux est de
retour.
come. Lève-toi, ma bien-aimée, ma
Arise my love, my fair one, belle, viens
and come away.
(Bible de Jérusalem, Édition
Desclée de Bourwer, Paris, 1975

Mon coeur se recommande à I have entrusted you with my

vous heart
Tout plein d'ennui et de so full of trouble and
martyre; suffering.

Au moins en dépit des jaloux In the face of those jealous

Faites qu'adieu vous puisse and watchful
dire! at least may we say farewell.

Ma bouche qui savait sourire My mouth that once knew

Et conter propos gracieux laughter
and spoke with grace and
Ne fait maintenant que purpose
maudire
Ceux qui m'ont banni de vos now utters only curses upon
yeux. those
who have banished me from
your eyes.

Come to the Road

Text: adapted from Paul
Laurence Dunbar
(1872-1906)
Up and away in the hush of
the morning,
Who’s for the road?
Vagabonds we, all
conventions a-scorning,
Who’s for the road?
Knapsack and alpenstock
press hand and shoulder,
Prick of the brier and roll of
the boulder;
This be your lot till the season
grow older;
Who’s for the road?
Now every house is a hut or a
hovel,
Come to the road:
Mortals and moles in the dark
love to grovel,
But to the road.
Throw off the loads that are
bending you double;
Love is for life, only labor is
trouble;
Truce to the town, whose
best gift is a bubble:
Come to the road!

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata
mundi, dona eis requiem
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata
mundi, dona eis requiem
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata
mundi, dona eis requiem
sempiternam
Lamb of God, who takes
away the sins of the world,
grant them rest.
Lamb of God, who takes
away the sins of the world,
grant them rest.
Lamb of God, who takes
away the sins of the world,
grant them eternal rest.
Agneau de Dieu qui enlèves le
péché du monde, aie pitié de
nous.
Agneau de Dieu qui enlèves le
péché du monde, aie pitié de
nous.
Agneau de Dieu qui enlèves le
péché du monde, donne-nous
la paix.

Come lovely and soothing

death
From When Lilacs Last in the
Dooryard Bloomed by Walt
Whitman

Come lovely and soothing

death,
Undulate around the world,
serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all,
to each,
Sooner or later delicate
death.

Prais’d be the fathomless

universe,
For life and joy, and for
objects and knowledge
curious,
And for love, sweet love-but
praise! praise! praise!
For the sure-enwinding arms
of cool-enfolding death.
Over the treetops I float thee
a song,
Over the rising and sinking
waves, over the myriad fields
and the prairies wide,
Over the dense-pack’d cities
all and the teeming wharves
and ways,
I float this carol with joy, with
joy to thee O death.
Exaudi orationem meam;
Ad te omnis caro veniet.
In Paradisum deducant te
Angeli;
in tuo adventu
suscipiant te martyres,
et perducant te
in civitatem sanctam
Jerusalem
Chorus Angelorum te
suscipiat,
et cum Lazaro quondam
paupere
aeternam habeas requiem.
Calmes des nuits, fraicheur
des soirs,
Vaste scintillement des
mondes,
Grand silence des antres
noirs
Vous charmez les âmes
profondes.
L’éclat du soleil, la gaité,
Le bruit plaisent aux plus
futiles;
Le poéte seul est hanté
Par l’amour des choses
tranquiles.
Ich aber bin elend, und mir ist
wehe.
Herr, Herr, Gott,
barmherzig und gnädig und
Hear my prayer,
For unto you all flesh shall
come.
May angels lead you into
Paradise.
At your coming
may martyrs receive you,
and may they lead you
into the Holy City, Jerusalem
May the chorus of angels
receive you,
and with Lazarus, who once
was a pauper,
may you have eternal rest.
Still periods of the nights,
coolness of the evenings,
Vast shimmering of the
worlds,
Great silence of black
caverns
You charm profound spirits.
The burst of sunlight,
merriment,
Noise please the more
frivolous;
The poet alone is haunted
By the love of quiet things.
But I am wretched and full of Mais je suis misérable et
woe. plein de malheur.
Lord, Lord God, Seigneur, Seigneur, Dieu,
merciful and gracious and Miséricordieux et plein de
geduldig
und von großer Gnade und
Treue,
der du beweisest Gnade in
tausend Glied,
und vergibst Missetat,
Übertretung und Sünde,
und vor welchem niemand
unschuldig ist.
Gott, Herr Gott, deine Hilfe
schütze mich.
Graduale Romanum
Data est mihi omnis potestas
in caelo et in terra, alleluia.
Euntes, docete omnes
gentes,
baptizantes eos in nomine
Patris
et Filii et Spiritus Sancti,
alleluia, alleluia.
Friedrich Rückert
(1788-1866)
Ich bin der Welt abhanden
gekommen, Mit der ich
sonst viele Zeit verdorben,
Sie hat so lange nichts von
mir vernommen, Sie mag
wohl glauben, ich sei
gestorben!
Es ist mir auch gar nichts
daran gelegen, Ob sie mich
für gestorben hält, Ich kann
auch gar nichts sagen
dagegen, Denn wirklich bin
ich gestorben der Welt.
Ich bin gestorben dem
Weltgetümmel, Und ruh’ in
einem stillen Gebiet! Ich
patient,
of the greatest clemency and
constancy,
you who show mercy to a
thousand generations,
and forgive misdeeds,
trespasses and sin
and before whom nobody is
innocent,
God, Lord God, may your
help protect me.
All power has been given to
me
in heaven and on earth,
alleluia.
Go therefore and teach all
nations,
baptizing them in the name of
the Father
and of the Son and of the
Holy Spirit,
alleluia, alleluia.
I am lost to the world with
which I used to waste so
much time, It has heard
nothing from me for so long
that it may very well believe
that I am dead!
It is of no consequence to
me Whether it thinks me
dead;
I cannot deny it, for I really
am dead to the world.
I am dead to the world’s
tumult, And I rest in a quiet
realm! I live alone in my
heaven, In my love and in
my song!
grâce et de patience
Et des plus grandes grâce et
fidélité,
Toi qui as montré de la pitié à
des milliers de générations
Et a pardonné méfaits,
offenses et péchés,
Et devant qui personne n'est
innocent.
Dieu, Seigneur Dieu, que ton
aide me protège.
Je suis perdu pour le monde,
Avec qui j'ai perdu beaucoup
de temps; Il n'a rien entendu
de moi depuis si longtemps,
Qu'il peut bien me croire
mort!
Et il m'importe peu
Si le monde pense que je
suis mort. Je ne peux rien y
redire, Car je suis vraiment
mort au monde.
Je suis mort au tumulte du
monde, Et je repose dans
une région tranquille.
Je vis seul dans mon ciel,
Dans mon amour, dans mon
leb’ allein in meinem chant.
Himmel, In meinem Lieben,
in meinem Lied!

Richte mich, Gott, und führe
meine Sache wider das
unheilige Volk, und errette
mich von den falschen und
bösen Leuten.
Denn du bist der Gott, du bist
der Gott meiner Stärke;
warum verstössest du mich?
Warum lässest du mich so
traurig geh'n, wenn mein
Feind mich drängt?
Sende dein Licht und deine
Wahrheit, dass sie mich
leiten zu deinem heiligen
Berge, und zu deiner
Wohnung.
Dass ich hinein gehe zum
Altar Gottes, zu dem Gott,
der meine Freude und
Wonne ist, und dir, Gott, auf
der Harfe danke, mein Gott.
Was betrübst du dich, meine
Seele, und bist so unruhig in
mir?
Harre auf Gott! denn ich
werde ihm noch danken,
dass er meines Angesichts
Hülfe, und mein Gott ist.
Judge me, O God, and plead
my cause against an ungodly
nation: O deliver me from the
deceitful and unjust man.
For thou ​art​ the God of my
strength: why dost thou cast
me off?
Why go I mourning because
of the oppression of the
enemy?
O send out thy light and thy
truth: let them lead me; let
them bring me unto thy holy
hill, and to thy tabernacles.
Then will I go unto the altar of
God, unto God my exceeding
joy: yea, upon the harp will I
praise thee, O God my God.
Why art thou cast down, O
my soul? and why art thou
disquieted within me?
Hope in God: for I shall yet
praise him, ​who​ is the health
of my countenance, and my
God.

Nunc dimittis servum tuum,
Domine, secundum verbum
tuum in pace:
Quia viderunt oculi mei
salutare tuum
Quod parasti ante faciem
omnium populorum:
Lumen ad revelationem
gentium, et gloriam plebis
tuae Israel.
Lord, now lettest thou thy
servant depart in peace
according to thy word.
For mine eyes have seen thy
salvation,
Which thou hast prepared
before the face of all people;
To be a light to lighten the
Gentiles and to be the glory
of thy people Israel.
NEEDS WORK,
ESPECIALLY IN FINAL
LINES
Pèr'tu laisses donc ton
serviteur dans la paix
Partir, ainsi que tu l'as dit.
Ce sont mes yeux seuls qui
Ont pu ton sauveur
Regarder, et toi tu l'as
préparé pour tous les
Peuples.
Il est salut, sainte clarté pour
Les paiiens, Les éclairer,
Pour les prix, Et c'est du
 Peupl' d'Israel

Lux aeterna luceat eis,
Domine,
cum sanctis tuis in aeternum,
quia pius es.
Requiem aeternam dona eis,
Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Let perpetual light shine upon
them, O Lord,
with your saints for ever,
for you are merciful.
Grant them eternal rest, O
Lord,
and let perpetual light shine
upon them.
Que la lumière éternelle luise
pour eux, Seigneur,
en compagnie de tes saints,
durant l'éternité,
parce que tu es bon.
Le repos éternel, donne-leur
Seigneur,
et que la lumière éternelle
brille sur eux.

Quick! We have but a

second,
Fill round the cup while you
may
For time, the churl, hath
beckoned
And we must away, away!

Grasp the pleasure that’s

flying
For oh, not Orpheus’ strain
Could keep sweet hours from
dying
Or charm them to life again.

Then, quick! We have but a

second,
Fill round the cup while you
may
For time, the churl, hath
beckoned
And we must away, away!

See the glass, how it flushes

Like some young hebe’s lip
And half meets thine, and
blushes
That thou shouldst delay to
sip.

Shame, oh, shame unto thee

If e’er thou seest that day
When a cup or a lip shall woo
thee
And turn untouched away.

Then quick! We have but a

second,
Fill round the cup while you
may
For time, the churl, hath
beckoned
And we must away, away!