VocalEssence Ensemble Singers at Bath Abbey Digital Concert Program
Welcome
Yesterday afternoon, the VocalEssence Ensemble Singers performed a solo program at the Three Choirs Festival in Hereford, a rare honor as an American choir. Today we are delighted to make our premiere here in the marvelous Bath Abbey, upon the recommendation of Sir John Rutter, presenting a program that celebrates the rich tapestry of music by composers from around the globe.
Throughout this evening’s program, you’ll encounter several composers who have shared a special bond with VocalEssence. We open with My Soul’s Been Anchored in the Lord by Moses Hogan, an African American composer renowned for his arrangements of spirituals. Irish composer Ina Boyle’s Jesu, Thou Son of Mary from Gaelic Hymns was composed during the time she traveled from Ireland to England to study with Ralph Vaughan Williams. The Ensemble Singers gave the United States premiere of this set of hymns in 2019. Benjamin Britten’s Rosa Mystica was composed in 1939 when he was just 25 years old and living in America.
Eric Whitacre, whose works are well known throughout Europe and the U.S., collaborated with VocalEssence in 2009 for a festival of his music in Minnesota. Leonardo Dreams of His Flying Machine, featured in that festival, was conducted by the composer himself.
Another composer we celebrate tonight is Alice Parker, whose centenary we mark this year—this remarkable woman lived to age 98, passing just two years ago. Parker maintained a long relationship with VocalEssence. Known for her collaborations with Robert Shaw, she championed folk songs and hymns of 19th century America. Two of her pieces are featured today, the beloved Wondrous Love and On the Common Ground, a piece Alice composed at age 95 inspired by New England traditions of a shared meeting place open to all.
From Norway comes Egil Hovland’s Karin Boye’s Evening Prayer (Aftonbön), a gentle setting of a bedtime prayer. Crossing back to Britain, this past year VocalEssence was thrilled to welcome Sir James MacMillan to Minnesota for a week of concerts, classes, and conversations celebrating his remarkable work. It is a delight to have Lady Suzi Digby with us this evening to conduct Sir James MacMillan’s setting of O Virgo Prudentissima.
Minnesota is home to a vibrant community of composers, and this program features two. Daniel Kantor, a current member of the VocalEssence Board of Directors, composed River Holy, for the Mormon Tabernacle Choir—today it is performed with 32 singers…not 300! Also from Minnesota, Paul Manz’s widely admired motet, E’en So, Lord Jesus, Quickly Come, has been frequently performed by numerous choirs including the Choir of St. John’s College, Cambridge.
We close the program with British composer Gustav Holst’s This have I done for my true love, a beautiful motet. We are grateful for the opportunity to perform for you in this inspiring space.
—Philip Brunelle, MBE
Artistic Director and Founder, VocalEssence
PROGRAM
MY SOUL’S BEEN ANCHORED IN THE LORD
arr. Moses Hogan (1999)
JESU, THOU SON OF MARY from GAELIC HYMNS
Ina Boyle (1924)
ROSA MYSTICA (MYSTICAL ROSE) from AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM (FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF GOD)
Benjamin Britten (1939)
LEONARDO DREAMS OF HIS FLYING MACHINE
Eric Whitacre (2002)
JoAnna Johnson, Mari Scott, Robin Helgen, Patty Kramer, and Erik Krohg, soloists
WONDROUS LOVE
arr. Alice Parker and Robert Shaw (1960)
ON THE COMMON GROUND
Alice Parker (2020)
JoAnna Johnson, soprano
KARIN BOYE’S EVENING PRAYER (AFTONBÖN)
Egil Hovland (1990)
O VIRGO PRUDENTISSIMA (O VIRGIN MOST WISE)
Sir James MacMillan (2018)
Suzi Digby, Lady Eatwell OBE, guest conductor
RIVER HOLY
Daniel Kantor (2009)
Dakota Anderson, bass
E’EN SO, LORD JESUS, QUICKLY COME
Paul Manz (1953)
THIS HAVE I DONE FOR MY TRUE LOVE
Gustav Holst (1916)
Mari Scott, soprano
Texts
MY SOUL’S BEEN ANCHORED IN THE LORD
arr. Moses Hogan (1999)
In the Lord, in the Lord.
My soul’s been anchored in the Lord.
Before I’d stay in hell one day,
I’d sing an’ pray myself away.
My soul’s been anchored in the Lord.
Goin’ shout an’ pray an’ never stop,
Until I reach the mountain top.
My soul’s been anchored in the Lord.
—Negro Spiritual
JESU, THOU SON OF MARY from GAELIC HYMNS
Ina Boyle (1924)
Jesu, Thou Son of Mary, Have mercy upon us. Amen.
Jesu, Thou Son of Mary, Make peace with us. Amen.
O, with us and for us
Where we shall longest be,
Be about the morning of our course,
Be about the closing of our life
Be at the dawning of our life
And at the darkening of our day.
Be for us and with us,
Merciful God of all
Consecrate us, condition and lot,
Thou King of kings, Thou God of all.
Consecrate us heart and body,
Thou King of kings, Thou God of all.
Each heart and body
Each day to Thyself,
Each night accordingly
Thou King of kings, Thou God of all.
Amen.
ROSA MYSTICA (MYSTICAL ROSE) from AD MAJOREM DEI GLORIAM (FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF GOD)
Benjamin Britten (1939)
In the Gardens of God, in the daylight divine,
Find me a place by thee, Mother of mine,
The Rose in a Mystery, where is it found?
Is it anything true? Does it grow upon ground?
It was made of earth’s mould, but it went from men’s eyes,
And its place is a secret, and shut in the skies.
In the Gardens of God, I shall look on thy loveliness,
Mother of mine, but where was it formerly?
Which is the spot that was blest in it once,
Though now it is not?
It is Galilee’s growth: It grew at God’s will
And broke into bloom upon Nazareth Hill.
I shall keep time with thee, Mother of mine,
Tell me the name now, tell me its name:
The heart guesses easily, is it the same?
Mary, the Virgin, well, the heart knows,
She is the Mystery, she is that Rose.
I shall come home to thee, Mother of mine.
Is Mary that Rose, then? Mary, the tree?
But the Blossom, the Blossom there, who can it be?
Who can her Rose be? Who? It could be but One:
Christ Jesus, our Lord, her God and her Son.
In the Gardens of God, daylight divine
Show me thy Son, Mother, Mother of mine,
Does it smell sweet, too, in that holy place?
Sweet unto God, and the sweetness is grace.
The breath of it bathes the great heaven above,
In grace that is charity, grace that is love.
To thy breast, to thy glory divine,
Draw me by charity, Mother of mine.
—Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
LEONARDO DREAMS OF HIS FLYING MACHINE
Eric Whitacre (2002)
Tormented by visions of flight and falling,
More wondrous and terrible each than the last,
Master Leonardo imagines an engine
To carry a man up into the sun…
And as he’s dreaming the heavens call him,
Softly whispering their siren-song:
“Leonardo, Leonardo, vieni à volare.” (“Leonardo, Leonardo, come fly.”)
L’uomo colle sua congiegniate e grandiale, (A man with wings large enough and duly connected)
Facciendo forza contro alla resistente aria. (might learn to overcome the resistance of the air.)
As the candles burn low he paces and writes,
Releasing purchased pigeons one by one by one
Into the golden Tuscan sunrise…
And as he dreams, again the calling,
The very air itself gives voice:
“Leonardo, Leonardo, vieni à volare.” (“Leonardo, Leonardo, come fly.”)
Vicina all’ elemento del fuoco…(Close to the sphere of elemental fire…)
Scratching quill on crumpled paper
Rete, canna, filo, carta. (Net, cane, thread, paper.)
Images of wing and frame and fabric fastened tightly
…sulla suprema sottile aria. (…in the highest and rarest atmosphere.)
As the midnight watchtower tolls,
Over rooftop, street and dome,
The triumph of a human being ascending
In the dreaming of a mortal man.
Leonardo steels himself,
Takes one last breath, and leaps…
“Leonardo vieni à volare! Leonardo, sognare!” (“Leonardo, come fly! Leonardo, dream!”)
—Charles Anthony Silvestri (b. 1965)
(Italian fragments taken from the notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci)
WONDROUS LOVE
arr. Alice Parker and Robert Shaw (1960)
What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul,
What wondrous love is this, O my soul,
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul
To bear the dreadful curse for my soul.
When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down,
When I was sinking down, O my soul,
When I was sinking down, beneath God’s righteous frown,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul, for my soul,
Christ laid aside His crown for my soul.
To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing,
To God and to the Lamb I will sing,
To God and to the Lamb, who is the great “I am,”
While millions join the theme I will sing, I will sing,
While millions join the theme I will sing.
And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
And when from death I’m free I’ll sing on,
And when from death I’m free, I’ll sing and joyful be,
And thro’ eternity I’ll sing on, I’ll sing on,
And thro’ eternity I’ll sing on.
—Traditional
ON THE COMMON GROUND
Alice Parker (2020)
Help me, Lord, find the common ground
between the high and the low, between the poor and the rich,
between the old and the young, between the black and the white.
Help me find the common ground
between the shouting and the silence, between the bound and the free,
between the brief and the joy, between the heart and the mind.
Open us, Lord, guide us to that meeting place,
where we can see each other, hear each other,
care for each other.
Where we can sing together, work together,
play together on the common ground.
come, let us meet together on the common ground.
–Alice Parker
KARIN BOYE’S EVENING PRAYER (AFTONBÖN)
Egil Hovland (1990)
Now I lay me down in silence,
In this still and quiet hour.
Sorrow’s hold on me is fading,
Clamoring voices lose their power.
Take this day which now is ended.
Let me rest until tomorrow,
For I know that you can finish
What I found of joy or sorrow.
All my harmful thoughts and actions,
Heal and make them new and wholesome.
Take my days and make them over.
Come, transform their dust to diamond.
Lift them up and bear them from me,
I will leave them in your keeping.
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Let me rest as I am sleeping!
—Karin Boye (1900-1941), translated by Gracia Grindal
O VIRGO PRUDENTISSIMA
Sir James MacMillan
Lady Suzi Digby, guest conductor
Sung in Latin
O Virgin most wise,
whom Gabriel, sent from heaven,
messenger of the highest king,
called to witness the one full of grace.
Your son calls you the wife of the maker of all
and the mother of God,
and the blessed spirit
calls you to be a dwelling place.
You are called the star of the sea,
that in between cliffs
and the dark whirlwinds
shows us a haven of salvation.
Through you our ancient fathers
burst forth from the vile prison;
through you the star-bearing gates
are flung wide for us.
Hear, O child-bearing virgin
and mother, who alone are chaste.
Mary, hear your servants
as they pray, we beseech you.
Dispel the gloom of our mind,
break through the ice of our heart.
Under your protection
keep us safe who seek refuge in you.
Alleluia.
—Translation by Edward Tambling