Links to Lyrics Sung at My Recital

I mentioned to some folks after my April 7 recital (thank you all for coming, by the way!) that I would post some links to websites containing the poetry I used in composing the works. I’m happy to do that here.

To hear the recordings from the recital, visit my SoundCloud page.

Song of Jeremiah

Jeremiah 31:12, King James Version

Sea-Fever Choruses

Sea-Fever; The West Wind*; Cargoes; Port of Many Ships

*You may notice the word “ye” in the “The West Wind” found online. The edition I used had the word “you,” and had only the first four stanzas. Here you can hear John Masefield himself reading “The West Wind,” and you will note that he uses the word “you,” and stops after the fourth stanza. (I used the fifth stanza, which I discovered after setting “The West Wind,” as a reprise during “Port of Many Ships.”)

Steal Away

Steal away, steal away, Steal away to Jesus! Steal away, steal away home, I ain’t got long to stay here.

My Lord, He calls me, He calls me by the thunder; The trumpet sounds within my soul, I ain’t got long to stay here.

My Lord, He calls me, He calls me by the lightning; The trumpet sounds within my soul, I ain’t got long to stay here.

Wayfaring Stranger

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling through this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright world to which I go

I’m going there to see my father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather ’round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep

I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

Now I Become Myself

Poem by May Sarton

The Hills Are Bare at Bethlehem

Text by Royce J. Scherf [Scroll to Page 2 of linked pdf file]

Beneath the Cross of Jesus

Text by Elizabeth C. Clephane

Text attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux, translated by James W. Alexander [first stanza only used in my setting]

Anchor of Hope

Hope is a dream awakened.
Out of night it speaks truth
And leads away from terror.

Hope is a dream engaged.
It calls rest into action
And challenges the future.

Hope is an active dream
It gathers strength and motion
From the light of our design.

Hope is our dream compelled
To lead us, men and women,
Into our own creation.

©Patricia Quehrn McIntyre. All rights reserved.

O Lord, By Whose Word

O Lord, by whose word
Blessing we proclaim,
Now let this congregation rise to praise your name,
And with thanksgiving in our hearts
Sing, “Hallelujah!”

Jesus, in this place,
Hear the witness made
That by your loving sacrifice our world was saved.
We, with thanksgiving in our hearts,
Sing, “Hallelujah!”

Spirit of our God,
From creation’s birth,
You heal the spirit of all people of the earth.
We celebrate your presence here,
Sing, “Hallelujah!”

As our prayer of thanks,
Raise a joyful sound
For all the grace and mercies that do here abound.
For days of blessing, years of grace,
Sing, “Hallelujah!”

©Patricia Quehrn McIntyre. All rights reserved.

Thanks to IAC for the grant, and SMWC for the publicity!

For #FacultyFriday, we want to share this great news. Congrats, John McIntyre! You make The Woods proud.

Posted by Saint Mary-of-the-Woods College (SMWC) on Friday, November 27, 2015

An historic day

A lot has been said and is being said this week about civil rights.

There are ongoing online discussions–and I use the term “discussion” with trepidation–about the Confederate battle flag and the “true” history of the Civil War.

Today, there are those who are celebrating the US Supreme Court ruling that prevents states from outlawing same-sex marriage, and there are others who are decrying it.

One thing that happens far too often in the bloviation (I almost used the term “jiggery-pokery”) that passes for debate these days is the making of false analogies. To quote the Texas State University Department of Philosophy, “This fallacy consists in assuming that because two things are alike in one or more respects, they are necessarily alike in some other respect.”

An example might be, “Confederate soldiers fought bravely in the War of Northern Aggression; therefore, the flag under which they fought deserves respect.” Or, “Slavery was legal in Union states; why don’t we ban the US flag?” I’m not going into these arguments here.

I don’t want to be guilty of making a false analogy, but I’m going to take the chance. Call me on it if you will. Here are a couple of quotes that I find alarmingly (and, at the same time, amusingly) similar:

“With them it is no end of the argument to prove your propositions by the text of the Bible, interpreted according to its plain and palpable meaning, and as understood by all mankind for three thousand years before their time. They are more ingenious at construing and interpolating to accommodate it to their new fangled and etherial code of morals, than ever were Voltaire & Hume in picking it to pieces to free the world from what they considered a delusion.” (James Henry Hammond, former South Carolina governor, 1845, on the Biblical case for slavery. The term “they” refers to Abolitionists)

“The Supreme Court can no more repeal the laws of nature and nature’s God on marriage than it can the law of gravity. Under our Constitution, the court cannot write a law, even though some cowardly politicians will wave the white flag and accept it without realizing that they are failing their sworn duty to reject abuses from the court.” (Mike Huckabee, former Arkansas governor, 2015, on the Supreme Court ruling in favor of gay marriage)

Do I believe the Bible, you might well ask? I do. And I like what my denomination says about it:

“Despite the diversity of viewpoints and the complexity of the many narratives contained in the Scriptures, Lutheran Christians believe that the story of God’s steadfast love and mercy in Jesus is the heart and center of what the Scriptures have to say. ” (ELCA website)

Confluences

A lot of things came together today. So many things that I have to take this time to put it down for others to see.

It’s the last week of the 55th year of the Rensselaer Program of Church Music and Liturgy, and my nineteenth time teaching in it. I’m typically behind on my grading, and I should be doing that now instead of blogging–but I think my students and fellow faculty will understand.

I’d like to spend a good bit of time writing about this program and how much it has meant to me, its history, its importance, but that will have to wait. Right now, I want to write about Marian, and how being here in Rensselaer provided me with a chance to honor her in a way I wasn’t expecting.

You see, Marian Krajewska, who passed away this past Friday, was the voice teacher at Saint Mary-of-the-Woods College for over 35 years. She had taught at Drake and at IU, but as far as I know, she had no direct connection with Saint Joseph’s College, the home of the Rensselaer Program. There are lots of connections between The Woods and Saint Joe’s, though. And tonight, there was another.

Angela Daughtry is one of the Rensselaer Program’s graduating students. She will be receiving the degree Master of Arts in Pastoral Liturgy and Music on Friday, August 1. Tonight, July 30, Angela presented her “capstone” project, called a Ritual Presentation. Angela’s RP (that’s what we call them for short) was entitled “Vigil for the Deceased,” and those attending were encouraged at one point to come to the altar to light a candle and speak the name of the deceased friend or family member they wished to honor.

I lit a candle and spoke Marian’s name tonight. At this same RP, a new setting of Psalm 27 was premiered–one that I composed. See what I mean? A lot of things came together.

I remember when Marian retired. I was Area Coordinator at that time and was called upon to say some words at the retirement celebration. I said, “Marian, you are the class, the professionalism, and the graciousness of our Department. We will try to keep these things after you’re gone–and when we do, we’ll think of you.”

Sometimes I feel as though all those things left with Marian, especially now that she’s gone to be with her Lord. But, then again, I’m thinking of her. Some of those things she brought us in such abundance are still around. Marian, we’ll do our best.

Composer, Arranger, Teacher

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