the seattle university choirs mission statement

My spirit sang all day
text by Robert bridges,
music by Gerald Finzi
oxford university press
My spirit sang all day
O my joy.
Nothing my tongue could say,
Only my joy!
My heart an echo caught
O my joy
And spake, Tell me thy thought,
Hide not thy joy.
My eyes gan peer around,
O my joy
What beauty hast thou found?
Shew us thy joy.
My jealous ears grew whist;
O my joy
Music from heaven is’t,
Sent for our joy?
She also came and heard;
O my joy,
What, said she, is this word?
What is thy joy?
And I replied, O see,
O my joy,
‘Tis thee, I cried, ‘tis thee:
Thou art my joy.
Incenerite spoglie
text by Scipione Agnelli,
music by Claudio
Monteverdi
choral public domain library
(sung in Italian)
O ashes of my beloved, the stingy
tomb lit by my earthly sun is now
my heaven. Alas, I grieve.
I come to bury you in the earth.
My heart is buried with thee, as
my love is buried within my breast.
Night and day, Glauco lives in tears
– in fire, in pain, in bitterness and
torment.
See the chariot at
hand
text by Ben Jonson, music by
Ralph Vaughan-Williams
oxford university press
See the chariot at hand here of
Love,
Wherein my Lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
And well the car Love guideth.
As she goes, all hearts do duty
Unto her beauty;
And enamour’d, do wish, so they
might
But enjoy such a sight,
That they still were to run by her
side,
Through swords, through seas,
whither she would ride.
Do but look on her eyes, they
do light
All that Love’s world compriseth!
Do but look on her hair, it is bright
As Love’s star when it riseth!
Do but mark, her forehead’s
smoother
Than words that soothe her:
And from her arched brows, such
a grace
Sheds itself through the face,
As alone there triumphs to the life
All the gain, all the good of the
elements’ strife.
Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of
the snow
Before the soil hath smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of the
beaver?
Or swan’s down ever?
Or have smelt o’ the bud of the
briar?
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
Oh so white! Oh so soft! Oh so
sweet is she!
Salut printemps
text by Anatole de Ségur,
music by Claude Debussy
edition choudens
soloist:
Mackenzie Cobb
(Sung in French)
Hail, Spring, season of youth! God
gives to all the fields a bright crown.
The ardent sap flows, breaking from
its prison. The broom doth gild
the green hillside, the hawthorne
pours forth its snowy bloom. All is
freshness, love and light; and the
song and scent pour forth from
earth’s fertile bosom. Greetings,
Spring! Hail, Spring!
Lied vom Winde
text by Eduard Mörike,
music by Hugo Distler
bÄrenreiter-verlag bmi
soloists:
Kait McDougal and Ali Fragoso
(Sung in German)
Whistling wind! Stormy wind! There,
over here! Tell me, where’s your
home? Child, we have traveled for
years, many years across the wide
world wishing to know, chasing the
answer – asking mountains, the
seas, heaven’s musical multitudes.
These, all these, never know. If
you’re wiser than they, pray, tell us.
Out, out of the way, don’t detain
us! Let’s go, let’s go! There’ll be
others – try asking again. Hold on!
Slow down, just for a bit! Tell me,
where does love have its home,
its beginning, its end? Who would
know that! Little mischief, you
– love is like the wind. Swift and
lively, never at rest, but it is forever
- though not always constant. Out,
out of the way! Let’s go, let’s go! If