UMS Concert Program, February 15, 1981: Founders Day Concert --
Hill Auditorium, Ann Arbor, Michigan
THE UNIVERSITY MUSICAL SOCIETY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN
Founders Day Concert
An Oratorio in Three Acts by George Frederick Handel
THE FESTIVAL CHORUS DONALD BRYANT, Conductor
Glenda Kirkland, Soprano
(Israelite Woman) Rosemary Russell, Mezzo-soprano
Waldie Anderson, Tenor (Judas Maccabaeus)
James Tyeska, Bass-baritone (Simon, brother of Judas)
Philip Pierson, bass, is Eupolemus and the Messenger in Acts II and III;
Sally Carpenter, mezzo-soprano, and Stephen Roger Vann, tenor,
are the solo voices in the chorus of Act III, "Sing Unto God."
MEMBERS OF THE UNIVERSITY SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA
Nancy Hodge, Harpsichordist Marilyn van der Velde, Organist
Chorus of Youths, First Presbyterian Church
Sunday Afternoon, February 15, 1981, at 2:30 Hill Auditorium, Ann Arbor, Michigan
In order that the continuity of the work be maintained, it is requested that the audience refrain from applause until the end of each Act.
Israelites gather to mourn the death oj Mattathias, father of Simon and Judas Mac-cabaeus.
Chorus--Mourn, ye afflicted children, the remains of captive Judah, mourn in solemn strains; your sanguine hopes of liberty give o"er; Your hero, friend and father is no more.
Israelite Man--Well, may your sorrows,
brethren, flow in all th' expressive signs of woe: your softer garments tear and squalid sackcloth wear, your drooping head with ashes strew and with the flowing tear your cheeks bedew.
Israelite Woman--Daughters, let your distressful cries and loud lament ascend the skies; your tender bosoms beat, and tear with hands remorseless your dishevelled hair; for pale and breathless Mattathias lies, sad em?blem of his country's miseries!
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Chorus--For Zion lamentation make with words that weep, and tears that speak.
Israelite Man--Not vain is all this storm of grief: to vent our sorrows gives relief. Wretched indeed! But let no Judah's race their ruin with desponding arms embrace. Distractful doubt and desperation ill become the chosen nation. Chosen by the great I AM, the Lord of Hosts who, still the same, we trust will give attentive ear to the sin?cerity of pray'r.
Pious orgies, pious airs, decent sorrows, decent prayers will to the Lord ascend and move His pity, and regain His love.
Chorus--O Father, whose almighty power the heavens and earth and seas adore, the hearts of Judah, thy delight, in one defensive band unite. And grant a leader, bold and brave, if not to conquer, born to save.
Simon--I feel, I feel the Deity within who, the bright Cherubim between, His radiant glory erst displayed; to Israel's distressful prayer He has vouchsafed a gracious ear, and points out Maccabaeus to their aid. Judas shall set the captive free, and lead us on to victory.
Simon and Chorus--Arm, arm, ye brave! a noble cause, the cause of Heaven, your zeal demands. In defence of your nation, religion and laws, the almighty Jehovah will strengthen your hands. We come, we come, in bright array, Judah, thy sceptre to obey.
Judas--'Tis well, my friends; with trans?port I behold the spirit of our fathers, famed of old for their exploits in war. Oh, may their fire with active courage you, their sons, inspire, as when the might Joshua fought,
and those amazing wonders wrought; stood still, obedient to his voice, the sun, till kings he had destroyed, and kingdoms won.
Call forth thy powers, my soul, and dare the conflict of unequal war. Great is the glory of the conquering sword that triumphs in sweet liberty restored.
Israelite Woman and Man--Come, ever-smiling liberty and with thee bring thy jocund train; for thee we pant, and sigh for thee, with whom eternal pleasures reign.
Chorus--Lead on, lead on! Judah dis?dains the galling load of hostile chains.
Judas--My zealous father, now at rest in the eternal mansions of the blest. "Can ye behold," said he, "the miseries in which the long-insulted Judah lies Can ye behold their dire distress and not, at least, attempt re?dress" Then faintly, with expiring breath, "Resolve, my sons, on liberty, or death!"
We come! oh see, thy sons prepare the rough habiliments of war. With hearts in?trepid, and revengeful hands to execute, oh sire, thy dread commands.
Chorus--Disdainful of danger, we'll rush on the foe that Thy power, oh Jehovah, all nations may know.
Judas--Ambition! If e'er honor was thine aim, challenge it here. The glorious cause gives sanction to thy claim.
No unhallowed desire our breast shall in?spire. Nor lust of unbounded power! But peace let us gain, and conquest shall ask no more.
Israelite Man--Haste ye, my brethren, haste ye to the field, dependent on the Lord! our strength and shield.
Chorus--Hear us, oh Lord, on Thee we call, resolved on conquest, or a glorious fall.
Chorus--Fallen is the foe; so fall Thy foes, oh Lord! Where warlike Judas wields his righteous sword.
Israelite Woman and Man and Chorus --Zion now her head shall raise, tune your harps to songs of praise.
Israelite Woman--Oh let eternal honors crown his name; Judas! first worthy in the rolls of fame. Say, "He put on the breast?plate as a giant, and girt his warlike harness about him; in his acts he was like a lion, and like a lion's whelp roaring for his prey."
From mighty kings he took the spoil, and with his acts made Judah smile.
Israelite Woman and Man and Chorus --Hail, hail, Judea, happy land! Salvation prospers in his hand.
Judas--Thanks to my brethren; but look up to Heaven; to Heaven let glory and all praise be given; to Heaven give your ap?plause, nor add the second cause, as once your fathers did in Midian, saying, 'The sword of God and Gideon." It was the Lord that for his Israel fought, and this wonderful salvation wrought.
How vain is man, who boasts in fight the
valor or gigantic might! And dreams not that a hand unseen directs and guides the weak machine.
Messenger--Oh Judas, oh my brethren! New scenes of bloody war in all their horrors rise. Prepare, prepare, or soon we fall a sacrifice. To great Antiochus; from the Egyp?tian coast, where Ptolemy hath Memphis and Pelusium lost, he sends the valiant Gorgias, and commands his proud, victorious bands to root out Israel's strength, and to erase every memorial of the sacred place.
Israelite Woman and Chorus--Ah, wretched, wretched Israel! fallen, how low, from joyous transport to desponding woe.
Simon--Be comforted, nor think these plagues are sent for your destruction, but for chastisement. Heaven oft in mercy punisheth, that sin may feel its own demerits from within, and urge not utter ruin. Turn to God, and draw a blessing from His iron rod.
The Lord worketh wonders, His glory to raise; and still, as he thunders is fearful in praise.
Judas and Chorus--My arms!--against this Gorgias will I go. The Idumean governor shall know how vain, how ineffective his design, while rage his leader, and Jehovah mine.
Sound an alarm! Your silver trumpets sound, and call the brave, and only brave, around. Who listeth follow--to the field again! Justice with courage is a thousand men.
We hear, we hear the pleasing dreadful call, and follow thee to conquest; if to fall, for laws, religion, liberty, we fall.
Israelite Man--Ye worshippers of God, down, down with the polluted altars, down; hurl Jupiter Olympus from his throne, nor reverence Bacchus, with his ivy crown and ivy-wreathed rod. Our fathers never knew him, or his beastly crew, or knowing, scorned such idle vanities.
Israelite Woman--No more in Sion let the virgin throng, wild with delusion, pay their nightly song to Ashtoreth, ycleped the Queen of Heaven. Hence to Phoenicia be the goddess driven, or be she, with her priests and pageants, hurled to the remotest corner of the world, Ne'er to delude us more with pious lies.
Wise men, flattering, may deceive us with their vain, mysterious art; magic charms can ne'er relieve us, nor can heal the wounded heart. But true wisdom can relieve us, God?like wisdom from above; this alone can never deceive us, this alone all pains remove.
Israelite Woman and Man and Chorus --Oh! never, never bow we down to the rude stock or sculptured stone, but ever worship Israel's God, ever obedient to his awful nod. We never, never will bow down to the rude stock or sculptured stone. We worship God, and God alone.
Israelite Man--Father of Heaven! from Thy eternal throne, look with an eye of blessing down, while we prepare with holy rites to solemnize the feast of lights. And thus our grateful hearts employ: and in Thy praise this altar raise, with carols of trium?phant joy.
Israelite Woman--Oh grant it, Heaven, that our long woes may cease, and Judah's daughters taste the calm of peace; sons, brothers, husbands to bewail no more, tor?tured at home, or havocked in the war.
So shall the lute and harp awake, and sprightly voice sweet descant run, seraphic melody to make in the pure strains of Jesse's son.
Messenger---From Capharsalama on eagle wings I fly with tidings of impetuous joy. Came Lysias, with his host arrayed in coats of mail; their massy shields of gold and brass, flashed lightning o'er the fields, while the huge tower-backed elephants displayed a horrid front; but Judas undismayed met, fought and vanquished all the rageful train yet more, Nicanor lies with thousands slain; the blasphemous Nicanor, who defied the living God, and, in his wanton pride a public monument ordained of victories yet un-gained. But lo! the conqueror comes; and on his spear, to dissipate all fear he bears the vaunter's head and hand, that threatened desolation to the land.
Chorus of Youths--See the conquering hero comes! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums; sports prepare, the laurel bring, songs of triumph to him sing. See the godlike youth advance! Breathe the flutes, and lead the dance; myrtle wreaths, and roses twine, to deck the hero's brow divine.
Full Chorus--See, the conquering hero comes! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums;
sports prepare, the laurel bring, songs of triumph to him sing.
Soli and Chorus--Sing unto God, and high affections raise to crown this conquest with unmeasured praise.
Judas--Sweet flow the strains that strike my feasted ear; angels might stoop from Heaven to hear the comely song we sing to Israel's Lord and King. But pause awhile; due obsequies prepare to those who bravely fell in war. To Eleazar special tribute pay; through slaughtered troops he cut his way to the distinguished elephant, and, whelmed beneath the stabbed monster, triumphed in a glorious death.
With honor let desert be crowned, the trumpet never in vain shall sound; but all attentive to alarms, the willing nations fly to arms, and, conquering or conquered, claim the prize of happy earth, or far more happy skies.
Enter Eupolemus, the Israelite Ambassador to Rome
Eupolemus--Peace to my countrymen; peace and liberty. From that great senate of imperial Rome, with a firm league of amity, I come. Rome, whatever nation dare insult us more, will rouse in our defense her veteran power, and stretch her vengeful arm, by land or sea, to curb the proud and set the injured free.
Israelite Woman and Man--Oh lovely peace, with plenty crowned, come, spread thy blessings all around. Let fleecy flocks the hills adorn, and valleys smile with wavy corn.
Simon and Chorus--Rejoice, oh Judah! and in songs divine, with Cherubim and Seraphim harmonious join.
THE FESTIVAL CHORUS
Donald Bryant, Conductor
Leif Bjaland, Assistant Conductor
Nancy Hodge, Accompanist Stephen Bates, Manager
Kimberly Jo Buechner Letitia Byrd Elaine Cox Phyllis Denner Gladys Hanson Ann Holz Sylvia Jenkins June Krebs Doris Luecke Marilyn McCallum Charlene Mclntire Gay McNally Loretta Meissner Linda Mickelson Ruthellen Mulberg Karwyn Rigan Alice Schneider Mary Ann Sincock Theresa Smith Lynn Tarrant Margie Warrick Joanne Westman
Second Sopranos Christine Arnison Tina Datsko Alice Horning Judith Lehmann Karen Myhre
Barbara Nordman Virginia Reese Carolyn Richards Suzanne Schluederberg Patricia Tompkins Christine Wendt Kathleen Young
Martha Ause Kathlyn Marie Boyer Ella Brown Marion Brown Lael Cappaert Sally Carpenter Georgia Hartman Carol Hurwitz Gretchen Jackson Marta Johnson Olga Johnson Dawn Kalis Nancy Karp Geraldine Koupal Lois Nelson Kathi Rosenzweig Martha Swartz Lise Thompson Helen Thornton Betsey Van Hamersveld Charlotte Wolfe
Marjorie Baird Susan Schalon Broome Judith Fettman Mary Haab Dana Hull (Catherine Klykylo Elsie Lovelace Cheryl Melby Susan Nisbett Susan Ribaudo Beverly Roeger Joan Roth Carol Spencer Kathryn Stebbins Margaret Thompson Helen Welford
Hugh Brown Bruce Carter Tim Dombrowski Robert MacGregor James McNally Dennis Rigan Stephen Roger Vann
Second Tenors William Bronson
John Alan Comfort Albert Girod Donald Haworth Jay Harris Klein Richard Olson Carl Smith David Woods
First Basses Richard Bachmann Mark Bush Mark Hyssong Klair Kissel Lawrence Lohr John MacKrell Sol Metz Joseph Shacter Steven Spencer David Varner
Second Basses Howard Bond John Brown Bruce Dicey John Dietrich Charles Lehmann Alfred Meyer Raymond Shankin Vergil Slee Terril Tompkins John Van Bolt
MEMBERS OF THE UNIVERSITY SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA Gustav Meier, Director
Joan Hurley Patti Gouvas Rhonda Wilkinson Karen Clegg Deborah Schmaltz Pamela Sternad Amy Maynard Julia Jones
Dianne Cooper Francisca Mendoza Gwen Laster
Kevin McMahon Laura Hammes Bonnie Becker
Roberta Zalkind Nancy Newby Reed Anderson Michaela Kemp
Lynn Peithman Eliana Mendoza Mike Sedlolf
Double Basses Doug Rooks Jack Steward
Bassoons Jennifer Kelley John Peterson
Trumpets Jay Shuler Robert Howard Carolyn Bybee
Nancy Ambrose Theresa Delaplain
Michael Fehrman Cindy Jersey
MEMBERS OF FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH YOUTH CHOIRS
Donald Bryant, Director
Howard Austin Carolyn Bixler Matthew Boylan Carol Carpenter Amy Crawford
Annie Crawford Charles Derr Cindy Downs Leta Huang Jenny Jelinek
Laura Kenney Jean Lombard Bejun Mehta Tania Morton David Roberts
Becky Smith Dawn Smith Wendell Stuber Heather Vander Ley David Zelisse
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