A setting of a poem by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay (obit 1931). Though Magi Kings are dead, my star will still lead me to the place where I can kiss the Infant's haloed Head. The setting by Irish composer David Monks, iis sung by Alzonne Choir. The perfor...  moreA setting of a poem by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay (obit 1931). Though Magi Kings are dead, my star will still lead me to the place where I can kiss the Infant's haloed Head. The setting by Irish composer David Monks, iis sung by Alzonne Choir. The performance was given in the Collegiale St. Michel, Castelnaudary, 9 December 2011. Your comments are welcomel. Un arrangement d'un poème de Nicolas Vachel Lindsay (obit 1931). Bien que les rois mages soient morts, mon étoile va encore me conduire à l'endroit où je peux embrasser la tête auréolée de l'Enfant. L'arrangement par David Monks, compositeur irlandais, est chanté par le Choeur d'Alzonne. La représentation a été donnée dans la Collégiale Saint-Michel, Castelnaudary, 9 Décembre 2011. Vos commentaires sont bienvenusl.  less

We meet weekly September to June and perform for Church services three Sundays a month. Our repertoire is diverse, and we are open to all Church members and also to anyone who is friendly to the Church. No special requirements. We are stretching oursel...  moreWe meet weekly September to June and perform for Church services three Sundays a month. Our repertoire is diverse, and we are open to all Church members and also to anyone who is friendly to the Church. No special requirements. We are stretching ourselves to be better music readers and vocal technicians, and also to be able to learn music by ear, memorize simpler songs quickly, and be free in our bodies while singing.  

Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata mundi Dona Nobis pacem Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world Give us Thy peace

Zululand Gospel choir sings tradtional gospel music

Old German tune, harmonised by J S Bach words based on the translation by Percy Dearmer 1 O little one sweet, O little one mild, Thy Father's purpose thou hast fulfilled; thou cam'st from heaven to mortal ken, Equal to be with us poor men, O littl...  moreOld German tune, harmonised by J S Bach words based on the translation by Percy Dearmer 1 O little one sweet, O little one mild, Thy Father's purpose thou hast fulfilled; thou cam'st from heaven to mortal ken, Equal to be with us poor men, O little one sweet, O little one mild. 2 O little one sweet, O little one mild, Thy Father's purpose thou hast fulfilled; thou cam'st from Him, from heaven's domain, to bring men comfort in their pain, O little one sweet, O little one mild. 3 O little one sweet, O little one mild. in thee Love's beauties are all distilled; then light in us Thy love's bright flame, that we may give thee back the same, O little one sweet, O little one mild. 4 O little one sweet, O little one mild. Help us to do as thou hast willed Lo, all we have belongs to thee Ah, keep us in our fealty. O little one sweet, O little one mild.  less

A well established choir, St Philomenas Choir rehearse each Monday night and have a broad spectrum of Church music in their repetoire. They sing at the vigil mass each Saturday at 6pm in ST Philomenas Church Palmerstown Dublin. Follow us on Facebook LIKE ...  moreA well established choir, St Philomenas Choir rehearse each Monday night and have a broad spectrum of Church music in their repetoire. They sing at the vigil mass each Saturday at 6pm in ST Philomenas Church Palmerstown Dublin. Follow us on Facebook LIKE St Philomenas Church Choir Palmerstown  

Sweet Kate, of late Ran away and left me 'plaining: “Abide,” I cried, “Or I die with Thy disdaining.” “Tee! hee! hee!” quoth she, “Gladly would I see, Any man to die with loving. Never any yet, Died of such a fit, Neither have I fear of proving.”...  moreSweet Kate, of late Ran away and left me 'plaining: “Abide,” I cried, “Or I die with Thy disdaining.” “Tee! hee! hee!” quoth she, “Gladly would I see, Any man to die with loving. Never any yet, Died of such a fit, Neither have I fear of proving.” “Unkind, I find Thy delight is in tormenting, Abide,” I cried, “Or I die with Thy consenting.” “Tee! hee! hee!” quoth she, “Make no fool of me, Men I know have oaths at pleasure; But their hopes attained, They belay they feigned, And their oaths are kept at leisure.”  less

This sanctuary of my soul, Unwitting I keep white and whole, Unlatch'd and lit, if Thou should'st care To enter or to tarry there. With parted lips and outstretch'd hands, And list'ning ears Thy servant stands. Call Thou early, call Thou late, to...  moreThis sanctuary of my soul, Unwitting I keep white and whole, Unlatch'd and lit, if Thou should'st care To enter or to tarry there. With parted lips and outstretch'd hands, And list'ning ears Thy servant stands. Call Thou early, call Thou late, to Thy great service dedicate. My soul, keep white, and whole. (poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley) Sung at Canterbury Cathedral during our Royal School of Church Music Summer Course in 1986, under Martin How. I (David W Solomons) was one of the altos. John Huntley - a fellow alto - recorded this performance.  less

From our concert ("Our God Is God") on March 23, 2013. Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart, Be all else but naught to me, save that thou art; Be thou my best thought in the day and the night, Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be ...  moreFrom our concert ("Our God Is God") on March 23, 2013. Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart, Be all else but naught to me, save that thou art; Be thou my best thought in the day and the night, Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word, Be thou ever with me, and I with thee, Lord; Be thou my great Father, and I Thy true son; Be thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one. Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight; Be thou my whole armour, be thou my true might; Be thou my soul's shelter, be thou my strong tower; O raise thou me heavenward, great Power of my power. Riches I heed not, not man's empty praise, Be thou my inheritance now and always; Be thou and thou only the first in my heart: O Sov'reign of heaven, my treasure thou art. High King of heaven, thou heaven's bright Son, O grant me its joys after victr'y is won; Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be thou my vision, O Ruler of all.  less

Truly, how excellent the loving-kindness of the Lord is. And we as His children shall be abundantly satisfied with the fullness of His house. Amen