Praeludium, BuxWV 149 . . . . . . . . . . . . Dietrich Buxtehude Magnificat du premier ton (1706) . . . J.A. “Guilain” Freinsberg Plein jeu Trio Duo Basse de Trompette Récit Dialogue Petit plein jeu Schola Cantorum Mississippiensis Herbert V.R.P. Jones, director Schmücke dich, o liebe Seele, BWV 654 . . . . . . . . J.S. Bach Intermission Trauermusik (1674), BuxWV 76 . . . . . . . . Dietrich Buxtehude Contrapunctus I: Mit Fried und Freud ich fahr dahin Evolutio: Das macht Christus, wahr’ Gottes Sohn Contrapunctus II: Den hast du allen vorgestellt Evolutio: Er ist das Heil und selig Licht Klag-Lied: Muss der Tod denn auch entbinden? Sharonda Norwood, soprano Sonate III über alte Volkslieder (1940) . . . . . Paul Hindemith Ach Gott, wem soll ich’s klagen Wach auf, mein Hort So wünsch ich ihr Praeludium and Fugue, BWV 545 . . . . . . . . . . . . J.S. Bach
Organ by Karl Wilhelm, Mont-Saint-Hilaire, Québec.
Two manuals and pedal, 26 stops, 33 ranks.
And must death at last release that which no earthly chance sets free?
Must death also wrest him from me—him to whom my heart doth cleave?
Sad the passing of a father; what a bitter grief invades me.
When it tears our heart asunder, so much more than death it wounds us.
Sadly he is taken from me; ah, how bitter is the pain:
That I must now live without him, who was closest to my heart.
This shall be my consolation, while upon this earth I linger:
I am his in joy and pain: this gratefully I keep in mind.
The Almighty now receives him, whom he loved dear as his own.
“There with longing I’ll await you”—these were his last words to me.
All his longing now is stilled; all his wishes are fulfilled.
To the Saviour’s heavenly pleasures, willingly I now commit him.
Now he plays sweet songs of gladness on heaven’s keyboard of delight,
There the angels night and morning sing with sweetest grace divine.
Here we sing our songs of sorrow, black notes mixed with lamentations,
Shot throughout with many crosses*—there, in heaven, all is gladness.
Sleep, dear father, best beloved; fare you well, o blessed soul.
I, your son, now deeply mourning, carve upon your earthly tomb:
“Here lies one whose tuneful offerings God himself received with pleasure.
Thus his spirit is made blest: now he sings in heaven’s choir.”
[* crosses—sharp signs, sufferings]
This recital is dedicated to the memory of my father, Sanger B. Steel, who was born on 19 March 1919 and died 19 March 1983; and also to that of my organ teacher John Fesperman, who died on 2 June 2001.David Warren Steel
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