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Voicing/Instrumentation: SATB
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I recently retired as the Technical Services Librarian in the Utah Valley University Library. Besides my masters in Library Science I also have a masters in Music.
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If you sing/use this song, please contact the composer and say thank you to Keith Rowley!
Voicing/Instrumentation: SATB
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Easter
Easter
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More about Keith Rowley:
I recently retired as the Technical Services Librarian in the Utah Valley University Library. Besides my masters in Library Science I also have a masters in Music.
Song background:
This Easter anthem is a setting of a poem by Christine D. Hamilton. In this setting the words of the faithful followers of Christ are sung in unison and the words of Christ are sung in SATB harmony.
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Lyrics: We remember all thy suffering,
In that place, Gethsemane,
"Oh my Father, if it's possible,
Let this cup pass far from me.
Nevertheless not as I will,
But as thou wilt be it done."
Prayed in heavy, painful sorrow,
As blood spilt off God's own son.
When temptations are before us,
Willing spirits turn so weak;
The disciples tarry, sleeping.
Jesus pleads, "Stay near my feet."
The most fateful hour soon cometh,
They are here now to betray,
With sharp swords and with a friends kiss,
Savior, they bear thee away.
We remember all thy suffering.
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Lyrics: We remember all thy suffering,
In that place, Gethsemane,
"Oh my Father, if it's possible,
Let this cup pass far from me.
Nevertheless not as I will,
But as thou wilt be it done."
Prayed in heavy, painful sorrow,
As blood spilt off God's own son.
When temptations are before us,
Willing spirits turn so weak;
The disciples tarry, sleeping.
Jesus pleads, "Stay near my feet."
The most fateful hour soon cometh,
They are here now to betray,
With sharp swords and with a friends kiss,
Savior, they bear thee away.
We remember all thy suffering.
