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Alleluia!
Sacred Music from the Renaissance to the 21st Century
Jolle Greenleaf, soprano
Christian Lane, organ
7:30pm on Friday November 9, 2007
Augustana Lutheran Church
Denver, CO
O virtus sapientiae
TBA
Hildegard von Bingen (1098-1179)
Nico Muhly (b. 1981)
O Sacrum convivium
Asperges me
Andrè Campra (1660-1744)
Michael Richard de Lalande (1657-1726)
Toccata prima
from Apparatus music-organisticus (1690)
Pane Angelico
Georg Muffat
(1653-1704)
Rosa Giacinta Badalla (1660 – c. 1715)
Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme BWV 645
“Alleluia” from Exultate Jubilate
Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750)
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
(1756-1791)
Intermission
Lord, what is man
Evening Hymn
Prelude et Danse Fuguée
From Earth to Heaven
Cuckoo Song
I have a yong suster
Say me, wight in the broom
I sing of a maiden
Adam lay bound
The Corpus Christi Carol
Henry Purcell
(1659-1695)
Gaston Litaize (1909-1991)
Nicholas White
(b. 1967)
Texts & Translations
O Virtus Sapientiae
O virtus sapientiae,
quae circuiens circuisti
comprehendendo omnia in una via,
quae habet vitam,
tres alas habens,
quarum una in altum volat,
et altera de terra sudat,
et tertia undique volat.
Laus tibi sit, sicut te decet, o sapientia.
O Virtue of Wisdom
O virtue of wisdom,
who circling, circles,
comprehending everything in a single way
that has life;
having three wings,
since one soars on high,
and another sweats on the ground,
and the third flies everywhere;
praise be to you as you deserve, o wisdom.
O sacrum convivium,
in quo Christus sumitur;
recolitur memoria passionis ejus;
mens impletur gratia;
et futurae gloriae nobis pignus datur.
Alleluia.
O sacred banquet,
wherein Christ is received;
the memorial of his passion is renewed;
the soul is filled with grace;
and a pledge of future glory is given to us.
Alleluia.
Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor:
lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.
Thou shalt wash me with hyssop, and I shall be clean,
Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Auditui meo dabis gaudium et laetitiam: et exultabunt
ossa humiliata.
To my hearing thou shalt give joy and gladness: and the
bones that have been humbled shall rejoice.
"Per la festa del Corpus Domini"
Pane angelico et divino sacra mensa nostram famem
satiat et nectare celesti animam fidelem recreat.
"For Corpus Christi"
With angelic and divine bread this sacred meal states our
hunger and with celestial nectar restores the faithful soul.
De coelo rapidi o chori angelici venite volate. Et Dei
beneficii amore stupidi sic exclamate.
From heaven, quickly, o angelic choirs, come on wings.
And ecstatic with the love of God's goodness, cry out in
this way.
From heaven quickly, o highest gift, o marvelous
prodigies, indescribable surfeit, o incomparable honor
granted by divine love to a fragile creature.
O summi benefitii o admirandi prodigii inefabilis
excessus, o incomparabilis divino amore fragili creaturae
honor concessus.
Tanto prodigio triumpha amor, exulta in gaudio beatum
cor. Fortunati mortales, mensae coelestis gustate delitias
et angelico pane refecti, cantando jubilate. Alleluia.
Lord, what is man, lost man,
That Thou shouldst be so mindful of him?
That the Son of God forsook his glory, His abode,
To become a poor, tormented man!
The Deity was shrunk into a span,
And that for me, O wond’rous love, for me.
Reveal, ye glorious spirits, when ye knew
The way the Son of God took to renew lost man,
Your vacant places to supply;
Blest spirits tell, which did excel,
Which was more prevalent,
Your joy or your astonishment,
That man should be assumed into the Deity,
That for a worm a God should die.
Oh! for a quill, drawn from your wing
To write the praises of the Eternal Love;
Oh! for a voice like yours to sing that anthem here,
which once you sung above. Hallelujah!
Love triumphs through such a marvel; a blessed heart
exalts in joy. O lucky mortals, enjoy the delicacies of the
heavenly supper, and refreshed by angelic bread rejoice
in singing. Alleluia.
An Evening Hymn
Now, now that the sun hath veiled his light
And bid the world goodnight;
To the soft bed my body I dispose,
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear, dear God, even in Thy arms,
And can there be any so sweet security!
Then to thy rest, O my soul!
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.
Hallelujah!
Cuckoo Song
Sumer is ycomen in,
Loude sing cuckou!
Groweth seed and bloweth meed,
And springth the wode now.
Sing cuckou!
Ewe bleteth after lamb,
Loweth after calve cow,
Bulloc sterteth, bucke verteth,
Merye sing cuckou!
Cuckou, cuckou,
Wel singest thou cuckou:
Ne swik thou never now!
I Have a Yong Suster
I have a yong suster
Fer biyonde the see;
Manye be the druries
That she sente me.
She sente me the cherye
Withouten any stoon,
And so she dide the dove
Withouten any boon.
How sholde any brere
Be withoute rinde?
How sholde I love my lemman
Withoute longinge?
She sente me the brere
Withouten any rinde;
She bad me love my lemman
Withoute longinge.
Whan the cherye was a flowr,
Thanne hadde it no stoon;
Whan the dove was an ey,
Thanne hadde it no boon.
How sholde any cherye
Be withoute stoon?
And how sholde any dove
Be withoute boon?
Whan the brere was unbred,
Thanne hadde it no rinde;
Whan the maiden hath that she loveth,
She is withoute longinge.
"Say me, wight in the broom,
What is me for to doon?
Ich have the werste bonde
That is in any londe."
"If thy bonde is ille,
Hold thy tonge stille.”
"Say me, wight in the broom,
Teche me how I shall don
That myn housebonde
Me loven wolde.”
“Hold thy tonge stille
And have al thy wylle.”
I sing of a maiden
That is makelees:
King of alle kinges
To her sone she chees.
He cam also stille
Ther his moder was
As dewe in Aprille
That falleth on the gras.
Moder and maiden
Was nevere noon but she:
Wel may swich a lady
Godes moder be.
He cam also stille
To his modres bowr
As dewe in Aprille
That falleth on the flowr.
He cam also stille
Ther his moder lay
As dewe in Aprille
That falleth on the spray.
Adam lay ybounden, bounden in a bond,
Four thousand winter thoughte he not too long;
And al was for an apple, and apple that he took,
As clerkes finden writen, writen in hire book.
Ne hadde the apple taken been, the apple taken been,
Ne hadde nevere Oure Lady ybeen hevene Queen.
Blessed be the time that apple taken was:
Therfore we mown singen Deo Gratias.
The Corpus Christi Carol
Lully, lullay, lully, lullay,
The faucon hath borne my make away.
He bare him up, he bare him down,
He bare him into an orchard brown.
And in that bed ther lith a knight,
His woundes bleeding by day and night.
In that orchard ther was an hall
That was hanged with purple and pall.
By that beddes side ther kneeleth a may,
And she weepeth both night and day.
And in that hall ther was a bed:
It was hanged with gold so red.
And by that beddes side ther standeth a stoon:
Corpus Christi writen thereon.
Meet the Artists
Hailed as “a golden soprano” by the New York Times, Jolle Greenleaf has established
herself as a specialist in 17th and 18th century repertoire. Ms. Greenleaf has performed
with many period instrument and vocal ensembles including Apollo’s Fire, Clarion Music
Society, Concert Royale, Harvard Collegium, New York Collegium, Parthenia, and Vox
Vocal Ensemble. She is often engaged as a recitalist and has performed many roles
including Dido and Belinda in Purcell’s Dido and Aeneas, Amour and Céphise in Rameau’s
Pygmalion, Sandrina in Mozart’s La Finta Giardiniera, Licori in Vivaldi’s La Fida Ninfa, and
in the title role in Cavalli’s La Calisto. In 2005, Ms. Greenleaf made her debut at
Carnegie’s Zankel Hall with Ton Koopman performing Bach’s Trauer Ode. Some of this
season’s highlights include performances of J.S. Bach’s Jauchzet Gott and St. Matthew
Passion, Buxtehude’s Magnificat and Bach’s Cantatas under John Scott at St. Thomas
Church, Mozart’s C Minor Mass, Regina Coeli (K. 127), and Exultate jubilate, works by Praetorius with Apollo’s
Fire, and several virtuosic vocal programs with Tiffany Consort. As a member of the acclaimed ensemble
The Tiffany Consort, she can be heard on their 2006 Grammy nominated CD O Magnum Mysterium, and on
their most recent release “In Sure and Certain Hope” released in December 2006. Ms. Greenleaf is the voice
teacher to the boys of St. Thomas Choir in New York City.
Christian Lane has established himself as one of the country’s notable young organists
having earned first prize in four national competitions and performing throughout the
United States and in Europe. Consistently recognized for his “driving energy and mature
interpretation (The American Organist),” he has performed solo-recitals in more than a
dozen states, and at venues including St. James Cathedral (Toronto), St. John’s College
(Cambridge University), and the National Cathedral in Washington, DC. Yet his real
passion is collaborative work, a liking manifested through duo concerts with organist
Michelle Rae Martin, the recent commission and premiere of a large-scale work for organ
and tenor voice by noted New York composer Nico Muhly, and ventures such as today’s
program with soprano Jolle Greenleaf. Mr. Lane studied at the Eastman School of Music, Rochester, New
York, with David Higgs and earned both his Bachelor’s Degree in Performance and the Sacred Music
Diploma. Upon leaving Rochester, he served as Assistant Organist at Saint Thomas Church Fifth Avenue in
New York City. Mr. Lane is currently pursuing his Master’s Degree as a Robert Baker Scholar at Yale
University, studying with Thomas Murray. He serves as Assistant Organist at the Episcopal Church of
Trinity-on-the-Green, New Haven.