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Ja,
Vi Elsker Dette Landet
Yes,
We Love This Land
Rikard Nordraak
(The
National Anthem of Norway)
Yes,
we love this land as it wins renown,
weathered over the water with the thousand homes.
(We) love, (we) love it and think of our father and mother
and the saga-night that settles, (and we) dream of our soil.
Betelehemu
Bethlehem
Nigerian Christmas Song
Wendell Whalum
We
are glad that we have a Father to trust.
We are glad that we have a Father to rely upon.
Where was Jesus born? Where was He born?
Bethlehem, the city of wonder. That is where the Father was born
for sure.
Praise,
praise be to Him. We thank Thee, we thank Thee,
We
thank Thee for this day, Gracious Father.
Praise, praise, praise be to Thee, Merciful Father.
Herefter
vil jeg følge
George J. Webb
Hereafter
I will follow the little faithful flock.
Let worlds storms and billows turn against me,
I fear not battle because
Jesus is with me.
He is my Helper when the storm becomes severe.
Far past the deep water, I must now struggle on.
I see the bright colored land, where freedom triumph stands.
The fearful places I am free from for awhile,
And cast my anchor for blessedness sake.
Hil Dig, Norge
Hail
to Thee, Norway
Peer Sivle
Hail
to Thee, Norway! Norway, our father’s land.
They glory is ours, thy justice is ours today.
Hail to Thee Norway! Norway, our father’s land.
Honored, Thou shall be seated in the people’s council.
Hail to Thee Norway! Norway, our father’s land.
Morgensang af Elverskud
Morning
Song from Elverskud
Niels W. Gade
In
the east, the sun rises; it spreads yellow on the clouds.
It goes over the sea and the mountain top,
Goes over the countryside and the city.
It comes from the beautiful coast, where Paradise lay.
It bring light and life; it brings life and delight to great and small,
to great and small.
And with God’s sun there goes out from the east a heavenly ray on the
earth;
A glimpse from paradise coast, where the Apple of Life grows.
Nidelven
Norwegian Folksong, Arr. Frederick Wick
Far
in the distance by mountains of blue, there lies a place I hold dear.
There in my thoughts and my dreams I will go; always you seem to be
near.
Nid River, peaceful and lovely you are, here where I go a
dreaming.
Dreaming of him who was dear to my heart; now is it only
memories.
The old town bridge is our portal of bliss; together we sail under the
stars’ corral.
Nid River, still and beautiful you are, here where I go and dream.
Siste Reis
The Sailor’s Last Voyage
Eyvind Alnes, Text by Henrik Wergeland
This
voyage is the last for me, Sing,sailor, oh!
Next port of call shall heaven be, Sing, sailor, oh!
The last bell soon the air will rend, Sing, sailor, oh!
My compass I must closely tend, Sing, sailor, oh!
Like gold and diamonds all around, Sing, sailor, oh!
The heaven sea with isles abound, Sing, sailor, oh!
They are the stars so small and clear, Sing, sailor, oh!
At which, as night-watch you would peer, Sing, sailor, oh!
Take courage then and risk defy, Sing, sailor, oh!
While sailing up thru azure sky, Sing, sailor, oh!
Fear not the Devil's fierce corsairs, Sing, sailor, oh!
No danger of his wily snares, Sing, sailor, oh!
You'll meet your wife you'll meet your friends, Sing, sailor, oh!
Your children you will meet again, Sing, sailor, oh!
then there will be much greater glee, Sing, sailor, oh!
Than here when you came home from sea, Sing, sailor, oh!+
Stå opp, Guds
menighet
Stand p, God’s People
Deanna Wehrspann (for the 2016 Sangerfest)
J.O. Wallin (Swedish)
M.B. Landstad (Norwegian)
D. Wehrspann, (English)
Stand
up, God’s people, with delight! Let
sound of trumpets now excite!
Give God in Heaven all honor! Break out and sing, O Jesus’
bride.
God does my spirit joy provide, my soul is God’s extoller.
See all my grief is worn away; the Lord has done great things
today.
God’s might I know lasts ever.
God gives a fatherly embrace; His law and name the world encase until
our last endeavor.
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Den Store Hvide Flok
The
Great White Flock
Norwegian folk tune, 17th century
Arranged by Edvard Grieg
The
great white flock we see
Like thousands of mountains full of snow
With forests around of swinging palm trees
Before the throne. Who are they?
They
are the host of heroes,
Who from the great tribulation came
And who have washed themselves
In the Lamb’s blood for heaven’s holiness.
They
keep on church-going,
With unceasing song of jubilation
In the high choir where God dwells
In the midst of all the angels’ song.
En Sangers Bøn
The Singer’s Prayer
F.A. Reissiger, Arranged by Knute Hansen
Lord of souls, I grant Thy power over gifts
bestowed on me.
Show Thy mercy in the hour when my song shall cease
to be.
For my heart is throbbing ever, untold thoughts are resting
never,
While life’s riddle great I ponder.
Take away the singers garland, fling it to
oblivion’s shore.
If but in that vernal far land, Thou my voice improved
restore.
If but there, Thy throne before us, I may join the lofty chorus,
Swelling to the harps of heaven.
Fanevagt
Ole
Olson
Unfold
yourself, our old emblem, eternally young singers flag!
Make the weak wills strong, whenever you are raised for our cause!
Train us strictly like the oak’s branch (to) endure with courageous
chest.
Strengthen us, strengthen us, strengthen us,
That we may never lose hope’s joyful songbird voice.
Lift
high, then, our singers’ banner! Array around it a guard of youth!
Let it shine upon our path, always cheerful and undismayed.
To the far-off (its) red cloth shall bring a message like (the) fire of
a beacon.
Bring a message, bring a message,
That
the young generation will protect freedom, king, (and) fatherland.
Unfold yourself, our old emblem. Unfold yourself.
Landkjending
Landsighting
Edvard Grieg
1.
Oh, it was Olaf Trygvason, sailing o’er the North Sea grim,
Up to his youthful royal kingdom, never expecting him.
At first sight, halting motion: “What is this kind of wall a thwart
the ocean?”
2.
Oh, it was Olaf Trygvason, quiet forbidding was the land;
All of his youthful kingly longings seemed by the mountains banned.
Then came a skald perceiving whitened towers and spires, the sky
piercing.
3.
Oh it was Olaf Trygvason, then it seemed that he should go
To grayed and ancient temple bastions, white with a crown of snow.
Sorely he then kept longing, with his youthful faith to stand where
belonging.
4.
Open the land was; spring was here rumbling from its waterfalls.
Storm clouds and sea din rolled around them. Rustling, the forest calls.
Organs, with bells enhancing, Olaf looked about
Himself entrancing. himself entrancing.
5.
(King Olaf’s prayer) Baritone solo
“Our foundation here is grounded, temple-pillars bar out Hades.
Spirit trembles, heart is swelling; just the greatest here is honored!
May my faith match my foundation, mount to Jokel’s elevation.
Be my soul at nature’s apex filled by Him who all created!”
6.
Olaf’s prayer we all submit to, now and always all commit to,
Spirit trembles, heart is swelling; just the greatest here is honored!
May my faith match my foundation, mount to Jokel’s elevation.
Be my soul, at nature’s apex, filled by Him who all created!
Filled by Him! Filled by Him!
Tonerna
Visions
Sjöberg-Balogh, E.G Geijer
English text by Helen Kaminski
Choral Transciption by Alberto Bimboni
Dark
are the sorrows that come by night,
Dreams seek for music to bring release.
Day dawns with sorrow, with sorrow that dims its light.
Day seeks for music, for song bringing peace.
Song
brings a promise of sweet content.
Hope brightens the sad heart while tones ring with mirth.
Song brings a vision, a vision that’s heaven sent.
Love sings in rapture as
life thrills the earth.
Ved Rondane
Memories of Childhood
Edvard Grieg, Arr. Ed Kramer
Once
more the crags and dales of childhood greeting,
I see them as I saw them long ago.
The same cool wind upon my brow is beating,
The golden sun still shines upon the snow.
A tender voice within me keeps repeating,
Such happy memories that I pensive grow.
My heart with sweetest childhood fancies filling,
I scarce can breathe, its raptures are so thrilling.
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