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.