Milwaukee Choristers
present
EXPLORING HERITAGE CONNECTIONS
Dr. James B. Kinchen, Jr., Conductor
Christine Simon Halverson, Assistant Conductor
Patricia Ilika Black, Accompanist
Special guests
The Brazeal Dennard Chorale
Nina R. Scott, Artistic Director
Augustus O. Hill, Artistic Director
Kerry Price, Accompanist
Andrea Pruitt, Executive Director
The Milwaukee Choristers
Beautiful Savior Silesian folk tune
arr. F. Melius Christiansen
Don’t You Weep No More, Mary R. Nathaniel Dett
* The Gift To Sing Judith M. Baity
On Imagination Undine Smith Moore
Sinner, Please Don’t Let This Harvest Pass Negro Spiritual
arr. J. Harold Montague
I, Too Undine Smith Moore
* April Rain Song Robert A. Harris
* The Sacred Fire Robert L. Morris
Mood Indigo Edward Kennedy “Duke” Ellington and Albany Bigard
Soon Ah Will Be Done William L. Dawson
* Commissioned work
The Brazeal Dennard Chorale
Crucifixion Adolphus Hailstork
Be Still And Know Stacey V. Gibbs
The Lord Is My Shepherd, Alleluia (From: “I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes”) Adolphus Hailstork
Every Time I Feel The Spirit Arr. William L. Dawson
Over My Head Traditional
Is A Light Shining In The Heaven? Arr. John W. Work, Jr.
My Soul’s Been Anchored Arr. Moses Hogan
Wheels (from “Exegesis”) Augustus O. Hill
The Battle Of Jericho Arr. Moses Hogan
I Know I’ve Been Changed Arr. Damon Dandridge
The Color Purple (from “The Color Purple”) Arr. Stacey V. Gibbs
Combined Choirs
Siyahamba Anders Nyberg
Elijah Rock arr. Moses Hogan
Lift Every Voice And Sing arr. Roland Carter
The Milwaukee Choristers
Beautiful Savior Silesian folk tune
Soloist: Sandra Hook arr. F. Melius Christiansen
In 1903, Christiansen (1871-1955) was hired to teach music and direct the band at St. Olaf College. It
was in 1907, while serving as organist at St. John’s Lutheran Church, that he reorganized the church choir,
resulting in an influx of St. Olaf students and faculty. He directed the choir until 1943, when his son, Olaf,
took over. F. Melius continued as the St. John’s organist until his death in 1955.
Fair are the meadows, fairer the woodlands, robed in flowers of blooming Spring. Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is poorer. He makes our sorrowing spirit sing. Beautiful Savior! Lord of the nations, son of
God and son of Man! Glory and honor, praise, adoration, now and forevermore be Thine.
Don’t You Weep No More, Mary R. Nathaniel Dett
During his lifetime, Canada-born Robert Nathaniel Dett (1882-1943) was one of the most successful
black composers both in his native land and in the U.S. He was accomplished at the keyboard and performed
at Carnegie Hall and at the Boston Symphony Hall as a pianist and choir director. He was the first black
student to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree in music from the Oberlin (OH) Conservatory of Music, where he
majored in composition and piano. At the Hampton Institute (now Hampton University) in Hampton, VA,
Dett founded the School of Music, the Hampton Choral Union, the Musical Arts Society and the Hampton
Institute Choir. He was at the school from 1913 to 1932. Dett also taught at Bennett College, a North
Carolina school for women, from 1937 to 1942. He died on October 2, 1943 of a heart attack while traveling
with a women’s chorus that he was conducting on behalf of the USO.
Don’t you weep no more, Mary, sigh no more, Martha. Jesus rose, third day in that morning! My
Jesus went to Galilee because He promised for to set me free. Rose third day in that morning! They
nailed Him to that cursed tree, and there He hung for you and me. Rose third day in that morning!
The angel came down from above; he came down on the wings of love. Rose third day in that
morning! Oh hallelujah, on that day, the angel rolled the stone away. Rose third day in that
morning!
The Gift To Sing Judith M. Baity
For background on Judith Baity, see page ?? Poem by James Weldon Johnson
James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938) was a poet, teacher, songwriter and civil rights activist. A native of
Jacksonville, FL and graduate of Atlanta University, he became principal of the Jacksonville school where
his mother taught. In 1895 he founded the Daily American newspaper serving the city’s black community.
While still serving as a public school principal, he studied law and became the first African American to pass
the bar exam in Florida. When his younger brother, John, graduated from the New England Conservatory of
Music in 1897, the two began collaborating on musical theater. James wrote the lyrics for “Lift Every Voice
and Sing,” which has come to be known as the Negro National Anthem. He went on to represent the U.S.
diplomatic corps in Venezuela and, after returning to the U.S., became an editorial writer for the New York
Age. He published his first collection of poetry in 1917. A year earlier, he was named field secretary for the
National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. During his final years he wrote a history of
black life in New York that focused on the Harlem Renaissance.
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, and blackening clouds about me cling; but, oh, I have a
magic way to turn the gloom to cheerful day -- I softly sing. And if the way grows darker still,
sshadowed by Sorrow’s somber wing, with glad defiance in my throat, I pierce the darkness with a
note, and sing, and sing. I brood not over the broken past, nor dread whatever time may bring. No
nights are dark, no days are long, while in my heart there swells a song, and I can sing.
On Imagination Undine Smith Moore
Poem by Phyllis Wheatley
Virginia-born Moore (1904-1989) is often referred to as “the dean of black women composers.” In 1924,
she received the first scholarship from the Juilliard Graduate School to study music at Fisk University in
Nashville, TN. She began teaching at Virginia State College (now University) in 1927, where she remained
on the faculty until her retirement in 1972. In 1977 she was named “music laureate” of Virginia.
Imagination. Who can sing thy force? Or who describes the swiftness of thy course? Soaring
through air to find the bright abode, the empyreal palace of the thundering God. We on thy pinions
can surpass the wind and leave the rolling universe behind. From star to star, the mental optics rove,
measure the skies and range the realms above. There in one view we grasp the mighty whole and with
new worlds amaze the unbounded soul.
Sinner, Please Don’t Let This Harvest Pass Negro Spiritual
Soloist: James Halverson arr. J. Harold Montague
After attending the Hartford School of Music in his native Connecticut, Montague (1907-1950) went on
to earn a Bachelor’s degree in music from Oberlin (OH) College and a Master’s from Syracuse University.
He was Dean of Music at South Carolina State College before joining the faculty of Virginia State College
for Negroes in 1933. He chaired the Music Department and directed the choir there until his death, which
resulted from a heart attack he suffered while attending a campus baseball game.
Sinner, please don’t let this harvest pass and die and lose your soul at last. My God is a mighty man
of war! Sinner, please don’t let this harvest pass and die and lose your soul at last. I know that my
redeemer lives. He lives!
I, Too Undine Smith Moore
Poem by Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company
comes. But I laugh and eat well and grow strong. Tomorrow I’ll be at the table when company comes.
Nobody will dare say to me “Eat in the kitchen” then. Besides, they’ll see how beautiful I am and be
ashamed. I, too, am America!
April Rain Song Robert A. Harris
For background on Robert Harris, see page ??. Poem by Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes (1902-1967) was an American poet, novelist, playwright, short story writer and
columnist. He was of both African American and Native American descent. Born in Joplin, MO, he went to
live with his grandmother after his parents divorced. Through the black American tradition of oral
storytelling, she instilled in him a sense of lasting racial pride. He started writing poetry while in grammar
school and, in high school, began also writing short stories and dramatic plays. He graduated from Lincoln
University in Chester County, PA. In 1981, his home in Harlem was given landmark status.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a
lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter. The
rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night, and I love the rain.
The Sacred Fire Robert L. Morris
For background on Robert Morris, see page ??/ Based on a poem by James Weldon Johnson
Oboe: Alexa Sity
Clarinet: Amanda Ruppenthal
Black, unknown. How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? How, in darkness, did you come
to know the power and beauty of the minstrel’s lyre? Who first from midst his bonds lifted his
eyes, lone and long? Who first from out the still watch, lone and long, feeling the sacred fire, the
ancient faith of prophets rise within his dark-kept soul, burst into song? Black and unknown
bards of long ago, you woke the power, woke the beauty of the minstrel’s lyre. O black and
unknown bards, your lips touched the sacred fire!
Mood Indigo Edward Kennedy “Duke” Ellington and Albany Bigard
Soloist: Amy Deuchler Lyrics by Irving Mills
arr. Frederic Fay Swift
Ellington (1899-1974) was recognized in his lifetime as one of our greatest jazz composers and
musicians. He began keyboard studies at age 7, influenced early on by ragtime pianists. He taught himself
harmony and was only 17 when he made his professional debut. Encouraged by “Fats” Waller, he moved in
1923 from his hometown of Washington, DC, to New York City. According to Wikipedia, the main theme
for “Mood Indigo” was provided by Bigard, who learned it in New Orleans from his clarinet teacher.
Ellington's distinctive arrangement was first recorded by his band in 1930. This arrangement from the
Milwaukee Choristers archives was copyrighted in 1942.
You ain’t been blue till you’ve had that mood indigo. That feelin’ goes stealin’ down to my shoes
while I sit and sigh, “Go ‘long, blues.” Always get that mood indigo since my baby said goodbye. In
the evening, when lights are low, I’m so lonesome I could cry. ‘Cause there’s nobody who cares about
me; I’m just a soul who’s bluer than blue can be. When I get that mood indigo, I could lay me down
and die.
Soon Ah Will Be Done William L. Dawson
Dawson (1989-1990) was born in Alabama and graduated from that state’s Tuskegee Institute. In 1931,
he organized the School of Music at his alma mater and for 25 years conducted the 100-voice Tuskegee
Choir. That choir performed by invitation for presidents Herbert Hoover and Franklin D. Roosevelt. It was
the first African-American organization to appear at Constitution Hall in Washington, DC (1946). His best
known works are arrangements and variations on spirituals. His “Negro Folk Symphony” of 1934 garnered
attention at its world premiere by the Philadelphia Orchestra, under the direction of Leopold Stokowski.
Soon ah will be done with the troubles of the world. Going home to live with God. I want to meet my
mother, I’m going to live with God. Soon ah will be done with the troubles of the world. Going home
to live with God. No more weeping and a-wailing. I’m going to live with God. I want to meet my
Jesus in the morning, Lord. I want to meet my Jesus. I’m going to live with God!
INTERMISSION
The Brazeal Dennard Chorale
Crucifixion Adolphus Hailstork
Adolphus Hailstork (b1941) is a Professor of Music and Composer-in-Residence at Old Dominion
University in Norfolk, VA. Prior to that, for 20 years, he held similar titles at Norfolk State University, also
in Virginia. In 1992, he was named a Laureate in Music of the commonwealth of Virginia.
My Lord. They crucified my Lord and he never said a mumblin’ word. My Lord, He never said a
mumblin’ word. Not a word. They nailed him to the tree and he never said a mumblin’ word. Not a
word. They pierced him in the side and he never said a mumblin’ word. My Lord, not a word. My
Lord he never said a word. Oh, my Lord. He bowed his head and died. My Lord. Oh my Lord, not a
word. Not a word, my Lord, a word. And He never said a mumblin’ word. My Lord!
Be Still and Know (from “I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes”) Stacey V. Gibbs
Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted above nations and in the earth. Be still and know
that I am God. I am God. Know that I am God!
The Lord is my Shepherd, Alleluia (from “I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes”) Adolphus Hailstork
Soloist: Alice Tillman
Alleluia. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside still waters. He restoreth my soul. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me. Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest me a table before me in the presence of my enemies. Thou anointest my head with oil.
My cup runneth over. Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will
dwell in the house of the Lord forever. I will lift up mine eyes to the hills. Alleluia.
Every Time I Feel the Spirit Arr. William Dawson
Every time I feel the spirit, moving in my heart, I will pray. Yes, every time I feel the spirit, moving in
my heart, I will pray. Upon the mountain my Lord spoke, out of His mouth came fire and smoke.
Looked all around me, it looked so fine, till I asked my Lord, if all was mine. Every time I feel the
spirit, moving in my heart, I will pray. Yes, every time I feel the spirit, moving in my heart, I will pray.
Jordan River is chilly and cold; it chills the body but not the soul. There ain’t but one train upon this
track. It runs to heaven and right back. Every time I feel the spirit, moving in my heart, I will pray.
Over My Head Traditional
Over my head I see trouble in the air. There must be a God somewhere. Over my head I hear music in
the air. There must be a God somewhere. Over my head I see glory in the air. There must be a God
somewhere.
Is A Light Shining In The Heaven? Arr. John W. Work, Jr.
Soloist: Yvonne Turner
John W. Work, Jr., ((1872-1925) the son of a church choir director, graduated from Fisk Univer-
sity. He taught Latin and Greek at Fisk, becoming chairman of the Latin and History departments in
1906. From 1923 until his death, he served as president of Roger Williams University in Nashville,
Tennessee. Work was a pioneer in collecting, performing, and preserving African-American folk
music.
Is a light shining in the heaven? Please shine for me. I come this night, I come to fight, I bring no
weapons but I brought the light. Is a light shining in the heaven? Please shine for me. The
lightning’s flash, the thunder’s roll, they make me think about my poor soul. Is a light shining in the
heaven? Please shine for me. When every star refuse to shine, I know King Jesus will be mine. Is a
light shining in the heaven? Please shine for me.
My Soul’s Been Anchored Arr. Moses Hogan
Soloist: Eugene Starks
New Orleans-born Moses Hogan (1957-2003) was a pianist, conductor and arranger of international
renown. He was a graduate of the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts and the Oberlin (OH) Conservatory
of Music, and studied at New York’s Juilliard School of Music and Louisiana State University. Though he
died at the young age of 46, he already had more than 70 published works.
In the Lord. My soul’s been anchored, Hallelujah, my soul’s been anchored in the Lord. Before I’d
stay in hell one day I’d sing and pray my self away. In the Lord. My soul’s been anchored,
Hallelujah, in the Lord. Gonna shout and pray and never stop until I reach the mountain top. In the
Lord. My soul’s been anchored, Hallelujah, in the Lord. Do you love him? God Almighty? Are you
anchored? My soul’s been anchored in the Lord. Will you serve him? God Almighty? Are you
anchored? My soul’s been anchored in the Lord. Hallelujah, will you praise him? God almighty?
Are you anchored? My soul’s been anchored in the Lord. Lord I’m anchored, Lord I love you, yes I’ll
serve you, Lord I praise you. Hallelujah! My soul’s been anchored in the Lord.
Wheels (from “Exegesis”) Augustus O. Hill
For background on Augustus Hill, see page ??.
And mind hitched each wheel to the next wheel. Wheel in a wheel. Mind hitched each wheel to the
next wheel. Wheel in a wheel. Light to water, water to land. Land to vegetation, wheel in a wheel.
Vegetation to the sun, wheel in a wheel. Sun and moon to the stars, stars to life in water. Life in
water to prowling beasts on land. Wheel in a wheel. Beasts on land to birds in the air. Wheel in a
wheel. And to man. Wheel in a wheel.
The Battle Of Jericho Arr. Moses Hogan
Joshua fit the battle, the battle of Jericho. Joshua fit the battle of Jericho and the walls come tumblin’
down. Talk about your kings of Gideon, talk about your men of Saul, but none like good old Joshua
at the battle of Jericho. That mornin’. Joshua fit the battle, the battle of Jericho. Joshua fit the
battle of Jericho and the walls come tumblin’ down. Right up to the walls of Jericho, he marched with
spear in hand. “Go blow that ram horn!” Joshua cried. Then the lamb, ram sheep horns begin to
blow and the trumpet begins to sound. Joshua commanded the children to shout! And the walls come
a-tumblin’ down. Oh Lord, you know that Joshua, he fought the Battle of Jericho. The walls come a-
tumblin’ down. Jericho, the walls come tumblin’ down.
I Know I’ve Been Changed Arr. Damon Dandridge
Soloist: Alice Tillman
Damon Dandridge is Director of Choral Activities at Cheyney University, Cheyney, PA.
I know I’ve been changed ‘cause de angels in Heaven done signed my name. You know dat I know
I’ve been changed ‘cause de angels in Heaven done signed my name. I prayed all night and I prayed
all day too; De angels in Heaven done signed my name. I’ll keep praying till I come through. De
angels in Heaven done signed my name. You know dat I know I’ve been changed ‘cause de angels in
Heaven done signed my name. I stepped in da water and da water was cold. De angels in Heaven
done signed my name. It chilled my body but not my soul. De angels in Heaven done signed my
name. You know dat I know I’ve been changed ‘cause de angels in Heaven done signed my name. If
you don’t believe dat I’ve been redeemed; You know de angels in Heaven done signed my name. Den
follow me down to dat Jordan stream. De angels in Heaven done signed my name. You know dat I
know I’ve been changed ‘cause de angels in Heaven done signed my name.
The Color Purple (from “The Color Purple”) Arr. Stacey V. Gibbs
Soloist: Ida Abbington
Obbligato: Alice Tillman
Dear God, dear stars, dear trees, dear sky, dear peoples, dear everything, dear God, God is inside me
and everyone else that was or ever will be. I came into this world with God and when I finally looked
inside, I found it, just as close as my breath is to me. Rising like the sun is the hope that sets us free.
Your heart beat make my heart beat when we share love. Like a blade of corn, like a honeybee, like a
waterfall, all a part of me. Like the color purple, where do it come from? Now my eyes are open.
Look what God has done. It take a grain of love to make a mighty tree. Even the smallest voice can
make a harmony. Like a drop of water keep the river high, there are miracles for you and I. I don't
think us feel old at all. I think this is the youngest us ever felt. Amen.
Combined Choirs
(Sequence to be announced)
Elijah Rock Traditional Spiritual
arr. Moses Hogan
Elijah rock, oh. Come on sister, help me to pray. Tell me my Lord done pass this way. Elijah rock,
shout, shout! Elijah rock, coming up, Lordy. Elijah rock, coming up, Lord. Satan ain’t nothing but a
snake in the grass. He’s a conjurer. He’s a liar. Hallelujah, Lord! If I could I surely would stand on
the rock where Moses stood. Elijah rock. Hallelujah Jesus!
Siyahamba Anders Nyberg
Nyberg (b. 1955) is a Swedish composer and choral conductor who also has a home in South Africa. He
has become known for his releases of South African songs of praise and protest. He has also been involved
in film-making. He co-scripted “As It Is In Heaven,” a film about a choir and its conductor that was
nominated for an Oscar in 2005 and has become the most-viewed Swedish movie ever produced.
“Siyahamba” was originally written in the Afrikaans language and was subsequently translated into Zulu. In
1984, Nyberg arranged “Siyahamba” for a western four-voice setting.
Siyahamba, ekukanyen' kwenkos'.
We are marching in the light of God.
Lift Every Voice and Sing Arr. Roland Carter
Carter is a Professor of Music at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga and Director of the
Chattanooga Choral Society. He’s considered an authority on the preservation and performance of African
American music.
Lift every voice and sing,'til earth and heaven ring. Ring with the harmonies of liberty. Let our
rejoicing rise high as the listening skies, let it resound loud as the rolling sea. Sing a song full of
the faith that the dark past has taught us. Sing a song full of the hope that the present has
brought us. Facing the rising sun of our new day begun, let us march on 'til victory is won.
Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod, felt in the days when hope unborn had died.
Yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered. We have come, treading our path
through the blood of the slaughtered, out from the gloomy past, til now we stand at last where the
white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, Thou who has brought us thus far on the way,
Thou who has by Thy might led us into the light, keep us forever in the path, we pray. Lest our
feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee, lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the
world, we forget Thee. Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand, true to our God,
true to our native land.
Special thanks to Whyte Hirschboeck Dudek, S.C., for their sponsorship of tonight’s concert.
