Peter Hendrickson '76, DMA, conductor - Augsburg College

O God of today and tomorrow,Who causes every ev’ning to come with the shades of night pull’d down,Darkness deep with healing hands.O God of today and tomorrow,prepare us for a new day, a new year and a new life coming now,and for the chance to begin anew, a new life,O God of today, tomorrowPsalm 27: III. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Robert KarlénCircuivi et immolavi in tabernaculo eius,hostam vociferationis.Cantabo et psalmum dicum DominoExaudi vocem meamMiserere mei et exaudi me.Tibi dixit cor meum exquisivit te facies meafaciem tuam Domine requiramMy enemies are all around meAnd I will offer in his tent sacrifices.I will sing and make melody to the Lord.Hear my voice!Have mercy on me and answer my cry.my heart has sought you and has said,I seek your face, O Lord.You Shall Go Out in Joy . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Leland B. Sateren(1913 – 2007)Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters.Come, buy milk and wine without money, come, buy milk and wine without price.Why, why do you spend for that which is not bread, and labor for that which does not satisfy?Hearken, diligently to me.Eat what is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.Incline your ear to me: come, hear, that you may live.My word shall not return to me empty: it will do that which I purpose,and prosper in the thing for which I sent it.The Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your soul in dry places:you shall be a watered garden, and like a spring whose waters fail not.You shall go out in joy, and be led forth in peace;all the trees of the field shall clap their hands and the hills shall break forth into singing.Everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; hear, that your soul may live.IntermissionIV. O Canada!Remembrance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Eleanor DaleyDo not stand at my grave and weep.I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow,I am the diamond glint in snow,I am the sunlight on ripened grain,I am the gentle morning rain.And when you wake in the morning’s hush,I am the sweet uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars that shine at night.Do not stand at my grave and cry,I am not there, I did not die.3