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The program, as always, was learned and rehearsed until perfectionist caliber was achieved. It included several double choir numbers, two monumental works by Brahms ... [Program text] This year's Spring Tour and Spring Concerts on campus are the last for Dr. Carl A. Fehr, who will retire in June after 29 years as Director of the Choir of the College of William and Mary in Virginia. PROGRAM Prologues - America, The Beautiful.......... arr. Fehr "More than a place - an idea More than a government - a spirit More than an ideology... a dream." Jauchzet dem Herrn..... Pachelbel Jauchzet dem Herrn, alle Welt. Dienet dem Herrn mid Freuden Kommet vor sein Angesicht mit Frohlokken! Erkennet dass der Herr Gott ist, Er hat uns gemacht und nicht wir selbst Zu seinem Volk und zu Schafen seiner Weide. Gehet zu seinem Torren ein mit Danken und zu seinem Vorhoefen mit Loben; Danket Ihm, lobet seinen Namen! Denn der Herr ist freundlich und seine Gnade warhert ewig, Und seine Wahrheit fuer und fuer, Shout to the Lord, all ye [?] Serve the Lord with gladness Come before His presence with singing! Remember that the Lord is God He hath made us and not [?] ourselves We are His people and the sheep of His pasture, Enter into His gates with thanksgiving and into His [?] with [?] Thank ye Him, bless his name! For the Lord is good and His [?] is everlsting, And His truth [?] Misericordias Domini.........................Durante Misericordias Domini in eternum cantabo. The mercies of the Lord I shall sing unto eternity. Song of Praise...................Schutz Schicksalslied...........................Brahms Ihr wandelt droben im Licht Auf weichem Boden, selige Genieen! Glӓnzende Gӧtterlüfte Rühren Euch leicht, Wie die Finger der Künstlerin Heilige Saiten. Schicksallos, wie der Schlafende Sӓugling, atmen die Himmlischen; Keusch bewahrt, In bescheidener Knospe Blühet ewig Ihnen der Geist, Und die seligen Augen Blicken in stiller Ewiger Klarheit Doch uns ist gegeben Auf keiner Stӓtte zu ruh’n; Es schwinden, es fallen Die leidenden Menschen Blindlings von einer Stunde zur andern, Wie Wasser von Klippe Zu Klippe geworfen Jahrlang in's Ungewisse hinab. Ye wander gladly in light Though goodly mansion dwellers in Spiritland! Luminous heaven-breezes Touching ye soft, Like as fingers when skillfully Wakening harp-strings. Fearlessly, like the slumbering Infant, abide the Beatified; Pure retained, Like unopened blossoms, Flowering ever, Joyful their soul And their heavenly vision Gifted with placid Never-ceasing clearness. To us is allotted No restful haven to find; They falter, they perish, Poor suffering mortals Blindly as moment Follows to moment, Like water from mountain to mountain impelled, Destined to disappearance below. 16. You mush participate in and sing the music as taught and instructed. [picture of performance]