In Remembrance

- Canadian Remembrance in music and words

 
 
 
 
 

Program Notes

Saskatoon Chamber Singers has been opening its season with a concert on November 11 for over twenty-five years. War, violence, racism, abuse and disaster all have their victims who either die, or suffer, or suffer and die. Remembrance Day has traditionally been the time when we remember the casualties of war – military and civilian. Yes, many died and sacrificed their lives so that we could live in a better world, and we must never forget them for that. Today’s soldiers continue to do the same things – to combat those forces that seek to take away people’s liberties and right to life without having to live in constant fear. We are so lucky because many of us, in fact, most of us, have never had to fear for our lives or our privileged way of life.

Besides remembering and honouring those who gave their lives in times of war, we also need to remember the millions of people throughout the world whose homes have been destroyed, whose ways of life has been obliterated, whose families have been uprooted and forced out, and whose outlook for what lies ahead remains bleak and unknown. We need to remember all these people and optimistically hope that we can eventually exist in a word without war, without prejudice, without violence, and without the need to hold power over other people. Only then can the world truly find peace and harmony.

This November 11, our concert consists of music all written by Canadian composers and readings all written by Canadian authors.

Of course, there will be the traditional Act of Remembrance with The Last Post, the Silence, and Reveille. Our musical guests for this concert are Kayla Solomon (trumpet) and Kevin Junk (oboe). Readings will be interspersed among the musical selections.

James Hawn, Artistic Director

Text and Translations

Stephen Chatman (b. 1950): Remember

Words: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

     Remember me when I am gone away,
          Gone far away into the silent land;
          When you can no more hold me by the hand.
     Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
     Remember me when no more day by day
          You tell me of our future that you planned:
          Only remember me; you understand
     It will be late to counsel then or pray.
     Yet if you should forget me for a while
          And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
          For if the darkness and corruption leave
          A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
     Better by far you should forget and smile
          Then that you should remember and be sad.

Eleanor Daley (b. 1955): Drop, Drop, Slow Tears

Words: Phineas Fletcher (1562-1650): A Litany (Drop, Drop, Slow Tears)

Drop, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feet
Which brought from Heaven
The news and Prince of Peace:
Cease not, wet eyes,
His mercy to entreat;
To cry for vengeance
Sin doth never cease.
In your deep floods
Drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let His eye
See sin, but through my tears.

Leslie Uyeda: Re-Member Us

Remember us, you who are living.
Restore us, renew us.
Speak for our silence,
Continue our work.
Bless the breath of life.
Sing of the hidden patterns.
Remember us,
Weave the web of peace.
Peace.

Srul Irving Glick (1934-2002): Avinu Malkeinu
   (from Triumph of the Spirit)

Hebrew Text:

     Avinu, Malkeinu,
     choneinu vaaneinu,
     ki ein banu maasim;
     asei imanu tz’daka vaschesed
     v’hoshieinu.
     Amien.

English Translation:

     Our Father, our King,
     be gracious unto us and answer us,
     for we are wanting in good deeds;
     treat us with charity and loving kindness,
     that we may be saved.
     Amen.

Eleanor Daley (b. 1955): Requiem

Text from Missa pro defunctis and by Carolyn Smart

1. Requiem Aeternam I

Latin Text:

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.

English Translation:

Grant them rest eternal, Lord our God, we pray to Thee.

Each night I listened for your call,
when your call stopped
I held my breath, suspended,

I’d grow accustomed to a dialogue with silence,
then wait for the sounds of night

you, dying,
and I but witness to the end

  • from The Sound of the Birds

2. Out of the Deep

Out of the deep have I called unto Thee,
O Lord:  Lord, hear my voice.
O let Thine ears consider well:  the voice of my complaint.
If Thou Lord wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss: O Lord, who may abide it?
For there is mercy with Thee:  therefore shalt Thou be feared.
I look for the Lord: my soul doth wait for Him: and in His word is my trust.
My soul fleeth unto the Lord;
Before the morning watch, I say, before the morning watch.
O Israel, trust in the Lord, for with the Lord there is mercy:  and with Him is plenteous redemption.
And He shall redeem Israel from their sins.

  • Psalm 130

3.  And God Shall Wipe Away All Tears

I heard a voice out of heaven saying, “Behold, the dwelling of God is with all people and God shall dwell with them and they shall be God’s people.
God shall be with them and the voice of weeping shall no more be heard; and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.”

  • Revelation 21:3,4

Latin Text:

Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine.

English Translation:

Light eternal shine upon them, Lord.

I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:  and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

  • from the Burial Service 1662 Book of Common Prayer

4.  In Remembrance

Do 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 on 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 rush of 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.

5.  I Heard A Voice From Heaven

I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me,

“Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labours: even so saith the Lord.”

  • from the Burial Service 1662 Book of Common Prayer

6.  Thou Knowest, Lord

In the midst of life we are in death.
Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not Thy merciful ears to our prayer:
but spare us, Lord most holy, O god most mighty, O holy and merciful Saviour, Thou most worthy Judge Eternal, suffer us not, at our last hour, for any pains of death to fall from Thee.

  • from the Burial Service 1662 Book of Common Prayer

7.  Requiem aeternam II

Latin Text:

Requiem aeternam dona eis,
Domine, dona eis sempiternam requiem.

English Translation:

Grant them eternal rest, Lord our God,
we pray to Thee, grant them everlasting rest.

The stillness is a room I’ve moved into,
and you are not here,
you are gone
the dark heart of a night without song

  • from The Sound of the Birds

8.  In paradisum

Go forth upon Thy journey from this world, O Christian soul, in the name of God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit, in company with the blessed angels and archangels and all the heavenly host.  May Thy portion this day be in peace and Thy dwelling place in Jerusalem.

  • From a Russian Benediction

Latin Text:

In paradisum deducant angeli,
in tuo adventu suscipiant te martyres,
et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem.
Chorus angelorum to suscipiat, et cum Lazaro
quondam pauper, aeternam habeas requiem.

Requiem aeternam dona eis,
Domine, dona eis sempiternam requiem.

English Translation:

May the angels receive Thee in paradise.
At Thy coming may the martyrs receive Thee
and bring Thee into the Holy city Jerusalem.
May the choir of angels receive Thee and with Lazarus,
once a beggar, may Thou have eternal rest.

Grant them eternal rest, Lord our God,
we pray to Thee, grant them everlasting rest.

Eleanor Daley (b. 1955): Canticle To The Spirit

Words: Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179)

Holy Spirit,
giving life to all life,
root of all things, washing them clean,
wiping out their mistakes, healing all their wounds,
you are our true life,
luminous, wonderful,
awakening the heart from its ancient sleep.

Arr. Stephen Hatfield: Amazing Grace (from Ower the Hills)

Words: John Newton (1725-1807)

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.

David K. MacIntyre and Eleanor Daley: For the Fallen (1914)

Words: Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

     With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
     England mourns for her dead across the sea.
     Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
     Fallen in the cause of the free.

     Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal 
     Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
     There is music in the midst of desolation
     And a glory that shines upon our tears.

     They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
     Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
     They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
     They fell with their faces to the foe.

     They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
     Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
     At the going down of the sun and in the morning
     We will remember them.

     They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 
     They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
     They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
     They sleep beyond England's foam.

     But where our desires are and our hopes profound, 
     Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
     To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
     As the stars are known to the Night;

     As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, 
     Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
     As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, 
     To the end, to the end, they remain.

David K. MacIntyre (b. 1952): In Flanders Fields

Words: John McCrae (1872-1918)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie
        In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: 
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high. 
    If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields.

Peter-Anthony Togni (b. 1959): Requiem et Lux

Latin Text:

Requiem aeternam dona ets, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat ets.
Te decet hymnus, Deus, in Sion,
et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem,
Exaudi orationem meam,
Ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona ets, Domine,
Et lux perpetua luceat ets.

English Translation:

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,
And may perpetual light shine on them.
Thou, O God, art praised in Sion,
And unto Thee shall the vow
be performed in Jerusalem.
Hear my prayer, unto Thee shall all flesh come.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,
And may perpetual light shine on them.

Healey Willan (1880-1968): How They So Softly Rest

Words: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) – The Dead (from the German of Stockmann)

How they so softly rest,
All they the holy ones,
Unto whose dwelling-place
Now doth my soul draw near!
How they so softly rest,
All in their silent graves,
Deep to corruption
Slowly down-sinking!

And they no longer weep,
Here, where complaint is still!
And they no longer feel,
Here, where all gladness flies!
And, by the cypresses
Softly o'ershadowed
Until the Angel
Calls them, they slumber!

Artist Information

James Hawn, Director

Photo Credit: Amy Violet Photography

Connor Elias, Collaborative Pianist

Photo Credit: Rebecca Fisher

Kayla Solomon, Trumpet

Kevin Junk, Oboe

Deborah Buck, Reader