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[[image – man playing grand piano at left and Marian Anderson singing in center]] Songs of Marian Anderson SINNER, PLEASE DOAN' LET DIS HARVES' PASS Arr. by H. T. Burleigh Sinner, please doan' let dis harves' pass, An' die an' lose yo' soul at last! I know that my Redeemer lives, Sinner, please doan' let dis harves' pass. My God is a mighty man of war, Sinner, please doan' let dis harves' pass. [[3 asterisks]] CRUCIFIXION ........ Arr. J. Payne They crucified my Lord- An' He never said a mumb'lin word. Not a word. They pierced Him in the side- An' He never said a mumb'lin word. Not a word. He bow'd His head an' died- An' He never said a mumb'lin word. Not a word, not a word, not a word. [[end column]] [[start column]] RIDE ON, KING JESUS .. Arr. by H. T. Burleigh Ride on, King Jesus. No man can a-hinder me. I was but young when I begun, But now my race is almos' done. No man can a-hinder me. King Jesus rides a milk white horse, De ribber of Jordan He did cross. No man can-a-hinder me. Ride on, King Jesus. No man can a-hinder me. Ride! Ride! Ride! [[3 asterisks]] O, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL CITY Arr. by Edward Boatner Oh! what a beautiful city. Twelve gates-a to de city-a halleluh. Three gates in-a de east Three gates in-a de west [[end column]] [[end page]] [[start page]] Three gates in-a de north Three gates in-a de south Makin' it twelve gates-a to de city-a halleluh. My Lord built-a dat city And He said it was just-a four square. And He said He wanted you sinners To meet Him in-a de air, Cause He built twelve gates-a to de city-a halleluh. Oh! what a beautiful city. Twelve gates-a to de city-a halleluh. [[3 asterisks]] GO DOWN MOSES .... Arr. H. T. Burleigh When Israel was in Egypt's Lan', Let my people go. Oppressed so hard they could not stand, Let my people go. Go down Moses, way down in Egypt's Lan'. Tell old Pharaoh, To let my people go. Thus saith the Lord, bold Moses said, Let my people go, If not I'll smite your first born dead, Let my people go. Go down Moses, way down in Egypt's Lan', Tell Ole Pharaoh, To let my people go. [[3 asterisks]] AVE MARIA .......... Schubert Ave Maria! Maiden mild. Listen to a maiden's prayer! For Thou canst hear though from the wild, 'Tis Thou can save amid despair. Safe may we sleep beneath Thy care, Though banished, outcast and reviled. O Maiden see a maiden's sorrow, O Mother, hear a suppliant child Ave Maria. [[3 asterisks]] HE'S GOT DE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HAND Arr. by Hamilton Forrest He's got de whole world in His hands He's got de wind and rain in His hands He's got de sun and moon right in His hands He's got de whole world in His Hands He's got dat gamblin' man in His hands He's got dat lyin' man right in His hands He's got dat crap shootin' man right in His hands He's got de whole world in His hands He's got dat little bits-ababy in His hands He's got you and me brother in His hands He's got you and me sister right in His hands He's got everybody dere right in His hands He's got de whole world in His hands. [[end column]] [[start column]] POOR ME ...... Arr. by Nathaniel Dett I'm sometimes up, I'm sometimes down, But still my soul feels heav'nly bound, Trouble will bury me down ... Poor me. Altho' you see me goin' 'long so, I have my trials here, below, Trouble will bury me down ... Poor me. [[3 asterisks]] DER TOD UND DAS MADCHEN ... Schubert The Maiden: Pass onward, O pass onward Wild man with barren bone! I'm but a forlorn maiden Go, leave the young alone! Death: Give me thy hand, O fair young child, As friend I come, and not to chasten. Be of good cheer, I am not wild, Come then, and to these fond arms hasten! [[3 asterisks]] DIE ERLKONIG ......... Schubert Who rides there so late through night so wild? A loving father with his young child Has clasped his boy close with his fond arm, And closer-closer, to keep him warm. "Dear son, what makes thy sweet face grow so white?" "See, father, 'tis the Erl King in sight! The Erl King stands there with crown and shroud!" "Dear son, it is some misty cloud." "Thou dearest boy, wilt come with me? And many games I'll play with thee; Where varied blossoms grow on the wold, And my mother hath many a robe of gold." "Dear father, my father, say, dids't thou not hear The Erl King whispers so low in my ear?" "Be tranquil, then, my child; Among withered leaves, the wind bloweth wild." "Wilt come, proud boy, wilt thou come with me? Where my beauteous daughter doth wait for thee? With my daughter thou join in the dances every night, She'll lull thee with sweet songs to give thee delight." "Dear father, my father, can'st thou not trace The Erl King's daughter in yon dark place?" "Dear son, dear son, the form you there see Is only the hollow grey willow tree." "I love thee well, with me thou shalt ride on my course, And if thou'rt unwilling I seize thee by force!" "O father, my father, thy child closer clasp, Erl King hath seized me with icy grasp!" His father shuddered, his face grew more wild, He held to his bosom his poor swooning child. He reached that house with toil and dread, But in his arms, lo! his child lay dead. [[end column]] [[end page]]
