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					                DAVID HOBSON
           TEDDY TAHU RHODES
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                               you’ll never walk alone
                        Their one-off performance of the duet from Bizet’s




         DAVID HOBSON
    TEDDY TAHU RHODES
                        The Pearl Fishers became one of the most-played
                        tracks in Australian recording history, topping the
                        Classic 100 Opera survey and featuring in countless
                        CD compilations. Now, for the first time, superstars
                        David Hobson and Teddy Tahu Rhodes have joined
                        forces to record an entire album of glorious duets
                        for tenor and bass-baritone.

                        In an atmosphere of high emotion at the end of
                        2008, the two friends assembled at the Eugene
                        Goossens Hall in Sydney to record much-loved songs
                        of hope, faith and glory, as if in defiance of the glum
                        mood of the times brought on by the world
                        economic crisis.

                        Both artists brought with them their wish-lists of
                        favourite songs: the result is an album of music that
                        uplifts the spirit and showcases the uncanny beauty
                        of these two magnificent voices united as one.




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1   You’ll Never Walk Alone from Carousel                                                      2’37   0   Battle Hymn of the Republic                                                                2’40
    Music: Richard Rodgers 1902-1979, arr. Don Walker, adapted by Jessica Wells.                          Music: Traditional, arr. Jessica Wells. Words: Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910
    Words: Oscar Hammerstein II 1895-1960.
                                                                                                      !   Abide with Me                                                                              2’34
2   All Through the Night                                                                      4’05                                                                        .
                                                                                                          Music: William H. Monk 1823-1889, arr. Julian Lee. Words: Henry F Lyte 1793-1847.
    Music: Traditional, arr. Guy Noble. English words: Harold Boulton 1859-1935.
                                                                                                      @   Morning Has Broken                                                                         2’54
3   The Holy City                                                                              3’39       Music: Gaelic melody, harmonised by Martin Shaw 1875-1958, arr. Cat Stevens b. 1948;
    Music: Stephen Adams 1841-1913; orchestral reduction by Jessica Wells.                                strings arranged by Guy Noble. Words: Eleanor Farjeon 1881-1965.
    Words: Frederick E. Weatherley 1848-1929.
                                                                                                      £   I’ll Walk with God from The Student Prince                                                 3’12
4   Amazing Grace                                                                              3’18       Music: Nicholas Brodsky 1905-1958; piano arrangement by Sally Whitwell.
    American folk hymn melody, harmonised by Edwin Othello Excell 1851-1921,                              Words: Paul Francis Webster 1907-1984.
    arr. Guy Noble and Sally Whitwell. Words: John Newton 1725-1807.
                                                                                                      $   Ave Maria                                                                                  2’52
5   O Holy Night                                                                               4’01       Music: Johann Sebastian Bach 1685-1750 and Charles Gounod 1818-1893,
    Music: Adolphe Adam 1803-1856, arr. William Ryden. Words: Placide Cappeau 1808-1877.                  adapted for harp and strings by James K. Lee. Words: Traditional.

6   Hallelujah                                                                                 4’18   %   The Little Drummer Boy / Peace on Earth                                                    2’59
    Music and words: Leonard Cohen b. 1934, arr. Jessica Wells.                                           Music and words by Katherine K. Davis 1892-1980 / Ian Fraser, Larry Grossman
                                                                                                          and Alan Kohan, arr. Jessica Wells and Laura Bishop.
7   Panis angelicus                                                                            3’22
    Music: César Franck 1822-1890, arr. Jessica Wells. Words: St Thomas Aquinas c.1225-1274.          ^   Go,Tell It on the Mountain                                                                 2’50
                                                                                                          Music: African-American spiritual, arr. Bob Spencer, Sally Whitwell, David Hobson
8   The Lord’s Prayer                                                                          2’54
                                                                                                          and Teddy Tahu Rhodes. Words: John Wesley Work 1872-1925.
    Music: Albert Hay Malotte 1895-1964, arr. Jessica Wells. Words: Traditional.
                                                                                                                                                                               Total Playing Time   52’30
9   Poor Wayfaring Stranger                                                                    2’26
    Music and words: Traditional, arr. Jessica Wells.                                                                                        David Hobson tenor
                                                                                                                                       Teddy Tahu Rhodes bass-baritone
                                                                                                                                               Sinfonia Australis
                                                                                                                                            Guy Noble conductor




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Henry F Lyte was an English pastor who                     intensely personal. In 1748 the slave trader John     his parish priest, who was looking for a new              arrangement on this recording moves the song
wrestled with ill health throughout his life. Born         Newton was on his way back to England when            piece to be sung at midnight mass on Christmas            into a more contemporary musical world, being
in Scotland, educated in Ireland, he settled in the        his ship was engulfed in a savage storm. As it        Eve. Inspiration struck while Cappeau was on a            based on a version performed by James Taylor.
parish of Lower Brixham in Devonshire, England,            filled with water and started to sink, Newton,        business trip to Paris; when he arrived there, he
where he ministered to the local fishing                   an atheist – he was known among the sailors as        took his poem to the composer Adolphe Adam,               Poor Wayfaring Stranger has been described as
community for 23 years. Despite his physical               ‘The Great Blasphemer’ – surprised himself by         a friend of a friend who also happened to be one          a spiritual, but its origins are uncertain and it has
frailty, he was a tireless worker – ‘It is better to       crying out to God for help; the storm abated and      of the leading figures in French music, with over         also been variously identified as deriving from
wear out than to rust out,’ he claimed – and               the ship came safely to harbour. This was a           80 stage works (including the ballet Giselle) to          Appalachian, Old Irish, Catskills and Native
we’re told that he all but crawled to the pulpit to        turning point for him; although he stuck with the     his credit. The resulting anthem has been a               American folk traditions – all cultures which have
deliver his last sermon. In an effort to regain            slave trade for some years more (only giving          popular Christmas favourite ever since – but,             experienced life on the outside of mainstream
some strength, he travelled to Italy looking for           it up in 1755 after suffering a stroke), he           curiously, it was attacked at the time by many            society, in poverty and deprivation. It first
a warmer climate, but he died on his way to                immediately began to reshape his life, giving         French churchmen, who found its message of                appeared in print in 1816 in Ananias Davisson’s
Rome. Abide with Me was written only a few                 up swearing, gambling and drinking, and               equality and freedom highly questionable:                 Kentucky Harmony, or, A Choice Collection of
months before his death. Lyte set the poem to              ensuring that the slaves were kindly treated. (At     ‘Chains he shall break, for the slave is our              Psalm Tunes, Hymns, and Anthems, in Three
music himself, but the hymn is now sung to the             the end of his last voyage, he was able to boast      brother / And in his name all oppression shall            Parts. The haunting version recorded here was
tune ‘Eventide’, which was composed in 1861 by             that not one of his Africans nor of his sailors had   cease...’ One bishop even denounced the song              popularised by Dusty Springfield in the 1960s.
William H. Monk, whose wife recalls that the               died – a rare clean slate indeed in an industry       for its ‘lack of musical taste and total absence of
tune ‘was written at a time of great sorrow;               founded on cruelty and human misery.) Newton          the spirit of religion’! – not, fortunately, a view       Around 75 years later, on the other side of the
when together we watched, as we did daily, the             became an Anglican priest and an important            widely held today.                                        world – geographically, economically and socially
glories of the setting sun. As the last golden ray         mentor to William Wilberforce in the campaign                                                                   – the highly regarded English composer Michael
                                                                                                                 For truly humbling visions of hope and faith, it is       Maybrick was collaborating with the equally
faded, he took some paper and pencilled that               to end slavery. Amazing Grace was written
                                                                                                                 hard to go past the African-American spirituals,          successful poet Frederick Weatherley on the
tune which has gone over all the earth.’                   almost 25 years after that night of storm and
                                                                                                                 the music of the slaves themselves. Born out of           sacred ballad The Holy City. Like Poor
                                                           terror, as Newton reflected on how his life had
Another hymn which has brought comfort to                                                                        the grim reality of degradation and suffering, the        Wayfaring Stranger, The Holy City presents a
                                                           been transformed.
many in times of profound grief is Amazing                                                                       songs soar with an unshakable confidence in the           vision of paradise to come, but the focus has
Grace. Few will forget how poignantly the song             The rich romantic harmonies of O Holy Night           heavenly blessings that await the faithful at the         shifted away from the trials of the individual
echoed across official memorial services and               are worlds away from the Celtic simplicity of         end of their earthly ordeal. In the Christmas             believer, to the grand revelation of a new
informal circles of mourners alike in the wake of          Amazing Grace, but the two songs share a              spiritual Go, Tell It on the Mountain, the story          heavenly kingdom to appear at the end of time.
the World Trade Center attacks. It is an                   vision of a world free from slavery and               of divine glory revealed to shepherds – the               Ballads like this were immensely popular in the
affirmation of faith in a heavenly grace that has          oppression. The poem O Holy Night (Minuit,            lowest of the low in first-century Palestinian            drawing rooms of Edwardian England; Maybrick
the power to conquer evil and suffering; it has            Chrétiens in the original French) was written in      society, down with the tax collectors – becomes           (who wrote under the pseudonym Stephen
become an anthem of solidarity, binding people             1847 by Placide Cappeau, a wine merchant from         the slave’s personal testimony of seeking and             Adams) was the Cole Porter of his day.
together in community, but its origins are                 Roquemaure, near Avignon, on the request of           finding guidance from God for life’s journey. The         Weatherley, who wrote as a sideline to his

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lucrative career as a barrister, was also the              who has nothing to offer the baby Jesus but the
author of the poem Danny Boy.                              pa-rum-pum-pum-pum of his drumming has
                                                           been a Christmas favourite since it was recorded
The same apocalyptic theme is found in the
                                                           in 1958 by Harry Simeone. The words and music
rousing Battle Hymn of the Republic, but here
                                                           are by Katherine K. Davis, ‘freely transcribed’
the triumph of the heavenly kingdom is
                                                           from a Czech carol, according to her original
portrayed in graphic images of warfare and
                                                           1941 manuscript, though nobody has been able
conquest – not surprising, perhaps, given that
                                                           to identify the Czech source. In 1977 the song
the tune was widely sung as a soldier’s
                                                           featured in the TV special Bing Crosby’s Merrie
marching song during the American Civil War, to
                                                           Olde Christmas, sung as a duet with David
the words ‘John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering
                                                           Bowie. The countermelody Peace on Earth is a
in the grave’ (John Brown having been a militant
                                                           wistful plea for a better world: not a heavenly
anti-slavery advocate who had been hanged in
                                                           kingdom to be ushered in triumphantly at the
Virginia in 1859 for inciting a slave insurrection).
The author Julia Ward Howe, an abolitionist                end of the world, not even the personal hope of
herself, heard the song during a public review of          a blissful afterlife, but this our own earth, healed
troops in Washington and was inspired to write a           of its hurts by the simple expedient of human
new set of words that proclaimed the rightness             beings caring for each other. Crosby died just
of the Union cause: ‘I went to bed that night as           over a month after making the recording, before
usual, and slept, according to my wont, quite              the segment went to air; in 1982, released by
soundly. I awoke in the gray of the morning                RCA as a single, with the Bowie song Fantastic
twilight; and as I lay waiting for the dawn, the           Voyage, from the ‘Lodger’ album, on the B-side,
long lines of the desired poem began to twine              the song charted at No. 3 in the UK.
themselves in my mind. Having thought out all
                                                           Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah offers a bleaker
the stanzas, I said to myself, “I must get up and
                                                           vision of life. Cohen is for many the poet of
write these verses down, lest I fall asleep again
                                                           ‘bedsits and razorblades’, and his profoundly
                  ”
and forget them. So, with a sudden effort, I
                                                           desolate lyrics have become anthems to more
sprang out of bed, and found in the dimness an
                                                           than one generation of young people struggling
old stump of a pen which I remembered to have
                                                           with issues of meaning and identity. Hallelujah,
used the day before. I scrawled the verses
                                                           with its explicit and hopeless eroticism, is
almost without looking at the paper.’
                                                           drenched in that midnight fatalism, but the
The Little Drummer Boy marches to a different              repeated, soaring ‘Hallelujahs’ at the end of
beat. The heartwarming tale of the young lad               every verse somehow transform that despair


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into a hymn to the triumph of the human spirit.           accompaniment, like water in a mountain
In the words of Neil McCormick, writing in the            stream, perfectly matches the poem’s delight in
UK’s Telegraph newspaper, ‘It is a song with the          the joys of the new day.
power to turn a rock arena into a cathedral.’
                                                          Sometimes it’s the ancient prayers which have a
Cohen wrote at least 80 verses for the song,
                                                          special resonance. Albert Hay Malotte’s setting
and over the years it has been performed and
                                                          of The Lord’s Prayer has a sense of dignity and
recorded many times by various artists using
                                                          grandeur which can lift the spirit and bring
different selections of verses, including two
                                                          comfort in times of trouble. The music went
versions by Cohen himself, and Jeff Buckley’s
                                                          through its own time of trouble before finding its
notorious ‘hallelujah of the orgasm’ version on
                                                          place among the world’s most beloved
his Grace album. The version recorded here
                                                          devotional songs: written in 1935, it was on the
takes the words of Cohen’s original 1984
                                                          publisher’s rejects pile when the famous
recording, which draw on imagery from the
                                                          baritone John Charles Thomas performed it in a
Bible, especially the story of King David, whose
                                                          radio broadcast. The astonished publisher was
harp playing as a young boy soothed the insane
                                                          soon inundated with requests for the music, and
raging of King Saul, and whose affair with the            was just in time to stop the score from being
beautiful Bathsheba brought down the                      posted back to the composer; it has remained a
judgement of God on the adulterous couple.                favourite ever since. Most of Malotte’s work,
Pop songs often take a cynical view of religion,          however, was as a film composer, writing the
                                                          scores for almost 40 films during the 1930s and
but there is nothing ambiguous about Morning
                                                          ’40s – most of which do not even mention his
Has Broken. The words, by the children’s author
                                                          name in the credits.
Eleanor Farjeon, were written in 1931 to fit the
hymn tune ‘Bunessan’, originally used for the             The Lord’s Prayer is of course the most ancient
Christmas carol ‘Child in a Manger’. Morning              of all Christian prayers, having been given to the
Has Broken is a regular in church hymnals, but it         disciples by Christ himself. The Ave Maria,
reached a much wider audience (No. 4 in the               which seems to have first come into use some
Australian charts, No. 7 in the UK, and in the US,        thousand years later, and only took its definitive
No. 6 in the pop charts and No. 1 on the adult            form in the 16th century, is a relative newcomer,
contemporary chart) when Cat Stevens recorded             but has established a place perhaps even more
it in 1971. It was Rick Wakeman who performed             profound in the Roman Catholic tradition, where
the piano part (which has been attributed to both         prayer to the Virgin Mary, the mother of Christ,
Wakeman and Stevens); the tumbling                        has an honoured place not only in public worship


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but also in private devotions: the Ave Maria is,          orchestral accompaniment and slipped it into           appear on screen, as he had been dismissed
for example, recited 53 times in the course of            the Mass for Three Voices he had composed              from the production after an argument with
praying the Rosary. Gounod’s setting was                  twelve years before.                                   MGM. Lanza had already recorded the
composed in 1859; the melody, with its lush,                                                                     soundtrack and the studio was not going to give
bold lines and dramatic sweeps, is pure                   There is something of the same gentleness in
                                                                                                                 up that star attraction, so in the end the actor
Romanticism but the accompaniment is Baroque              the old Welsh air All Through the Night. The
                                                                                                                 playing the role, Edmund Purdom, mouthed the
– it is in fact the first Prelude from J.S. Bach’s        tune was first recorded in 1784 in Edward Jones’
                                                                                                                 words to Lanza’s vocals!
Well-Tempered Clavier of 1722. This marriage of           Musical and Poetical Relics of the Welsh Bards;
musical worlds, if not actually made in heaven,           the original Welsh words (‘Ar hyd y nos’), by          Mario Lanza also scored a hit with his recording
has proved enduringly popular, and the                    John Ceiriog Hughes, speak of stars shining in         of the song You’ll Never Walk Alone but as it
‘Bach–Gounod’ Ave Maria remains a staple at               the darkness, a fragile tribute to the true light of   originally appears, in the Rodgers and
weddings and other festive occasions.                     heaven. The popular English version by Harold          Hammerstein musical Carousel, it is sung by
                                                          Boulton transforms the poem into a lullaby, the        the female character Nettie Fowler as she tries
Another ancient prayer which has graced many a            singer keeping vigil over the child in company         to comfort her cousin Julie Jordan whose
wedding is Panis angelicus. The words, by the             with guardian angels to ward away all evils.           husband, Billy Bigelow, has killed himself after a
13th-century theologian St Thomas Aquinas,                                                                       failed robbery. The song appears again at the
honour the sacred rite of Communion, in which,            I’ll Walk with God, despite its profoundly             end of the musical as part of a high school
according to Roman Catholic teaching, bread is            spiritual text, comes from the extremely secular       graduation, so it has become a standard for
mystically transformed into the body of Christ.           1954 movie The Student Prince. The story               final year classes across the USA; it has also
César Franck’s setting has a simplicity, a                centres on a young prince whose soldierly              become a football anthem, adopted by the
sweetness but also a passionate prayerfulness             upbringing has left him with stiffly formal            Scottish team Celtic, the Dutch teams
well fitting the poem’s mood of awe and                   manners that do not endear him to the princess         Feyenoord and FC Twente, and most famously
rapture. When the gentle opening phrases                  chosen as his bride. He is sent away to                by Liverpool FC, where it took on a special
return near the end of the piece, the canon               university to learn some social skills; gradually      significance following the 1985 Hillsborough
between the voices – one imitating the other –            he comes to feel at ease with his student peers        disaster in which 96 Liverpool fans died. The
is a perfect representation in music of the               and falls deeply in love with the barmaid in the       recording on this album was made in the days
spiritual mystery expressed in the poem, that in          local beer garden. But when the prince’s               following the death of Opera Australia’s Music
the celebration of the Mass, humankind is able            grandfather dies, the young man is forced to           Director Richard Hickox, a friend and colleague
to partake of the same heavenly food as the               abandon his sweetheart and marry the princess.         of Teddy Tahu Rhodes, and is testimony of
angels: ‘The bread of angels has become the               I’ll Walk with God is sung by the prince over his      music’s power to lift heart and spirit beyond
bread of mortals.’ Panis angelicus was written in         grandfather’s coffin; in the movie, the singer is      grief into a place of faith and hope.
1872, for accompaniment by organ, harp, cello             Mario Lanza – the song became one of his                                                   Natalie Shea
and double bass, but Franck also arranged it for          signature tunes – but Lanza does not actually


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    You’ll Never Walk Alone                                           The Holy City                               Amazing Grace                                                   Hallelujah
1   When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high,        3   Last night I lay a-sleeping,            4   Amazing grace (how sweet the sound)                         6   Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
    And don’t be afraid of the dark.                                  There came a dream so fair:                 That saved a wretch like me!                                    That David played, and it pleased the Lord
    At the end of the storm is a golden sky                           I stood in old Jerusalem                    I once was lost, but now am found,                              But you don’t really care for music, do you?
    And the sweet silver song of the lark.                            Beside the temple there.                    Was blind, but now I see.                                       It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
    Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain                I heard the children singing,                                                                               The minor fall, the major lift
                                                                                                                  ’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
    Though your dreams be tossed and blown.                           And ever as they sang,                                                                                      The baffled king composing Hallelujah
                                                                                                                  And grace my fears relieved;
    Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart                          Methought the voice of Angels                                                                               Hallelujah
                                                                                                                  How precious did that grace appear
    And you’ll never walk alone.                                      From Heaven in answer rang:                                                                                 Hallelujah
                                                                                                                  The hour I first believed.
                                                                      ‘Jerusalem! Jerusalem!                                                                                      Hallelujah
    All Through the Night                                             Lift up your gates and sing,                Through many dangers, toils and snares                          Hallelujah
2   Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee,                           Hosanna in the highest!                     We have already come:
                                                                                                                                                                                  Your faith was strong but you needed proof
    All through the night.                                            Hosanna to your King!’                      ’Twas grace that brought us safe thus far,
                                                                                                                                                                                  You saw her bathing on the roof
    Guardian angels God will send thee,                                                                           And grace will lead us home.
                                                                      And once again the scene was changed,                                                                       Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
    All through the night.
                                                                      New earth there seemed to be,               O Holy Night                                                    She tied you to a kitchen chair
    Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
                                                                      I saw the Holy City                                                                                         She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
    Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,                                                                        5   O holy night, the stars are brightly shining.
                                                                      Beside the tideless sea;                                                                                    And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
    I my loved one’s watch a-keeping                                                                              It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth;
                                                                      The light of God was on its streets,
    All through the night.                                                                                        Long lay the world in sin and error pining,                     You say I took the name in vain
                                                                      The gates were open wide,
                                                                                                                  Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.                   I don’t even know the name
    While the moon her watch is keeping                               And all who would might enter,
                                                                                                                  A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,                      But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
    All through the night,                                            And no-one was denied.
                                                                                                                  For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.                      There’s a blaze of light in every word
    While the weary world is sleeping                                 No need of moon or stars by night,
                                                                                                                  Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!                    It doesn’t matter which you heard,
    All through the night,                                            Or sun to shine by day,
                                                                                                                  O night divine! O night when Christ was born.                   The holy or the broken Hallelujah
    O’er thy spirit gently stealing,                                  It was the new Jerusalem
    Visions of delight revealing,                                     That would not pass away.                   Truly he taught us to love one another;                         I did my best, it wasn’t much
    Breathes a pure and holy feeling,                                 Jerusalem! Jerusalem!                       His law is love and his gospel is peace.                        I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
    All through the night.                                            Sing for the night is o’er!                 Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother,            I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
                                                                      Hosanna in the highest!                     And in his name all oppression shall cease.                     And even though it all went wrong
                                                                      Hosanna for evermore!                       Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,                 I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
                                                                                                                  Let all within us praise his holy name.                         With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.
                                                                                                                  Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
                                                                                                                  O night divine! O night when Christ was born.




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    Panis angelicus                                                  I know dark clouds will gather round me,                            Abide with Me                                                 Mine is the sunlight,
                                                                     I know my way is rough and steep,                                                                                                 Mine is the morning,
7   Panis angelicus fit panis hominum.                                                                                               !   Abide with me; fast falls the eventide.
                                                                     But beauteous fields lie just before me                                                                                           Born of the one light
    Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum.                                                                                                 The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.
                                                                     Where men redeemed their vigils keep.                                                                                             Eden saw play.
    O res mirabilis, manducat Dominum                                                                                                    When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
                                                                     I’m going home to see my mother,                                                                                                  Praise with elation,
    Pauper, servus et humilis.                                                                                                           Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
                                                                     I’m going there, no more to roam.                                                                                                 Praise every morning
    The bread of angels is become the bread of humankind.            I’m only going over Jordan,                                         Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;                God’s re-creation
    The heavenly bread puts an end to signs and symbols.             I’m only going over home.                                           Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away.                 Of the new day.
    What a thing of wonder!                                                                                                              Change and decay in all around I see;
    The poor, humble servant may partake of the Lord.                Battle Hymn of the Republic                                         O thou who changest not, abide with me.                       I’ll Walk with God
                                                                 0   Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;                                                                      £   I’ll walk with God from this day on,
    The Lord’s Prayer                                                                                                                    I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
                                                                     He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath                                                                         His helping hand I’ll lean upon.
                                                                                                                                         Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
8   Our Father which art in heaven,                                    are stored;                                                                                                                     This is my prayer, my humble plea,
                                                                                                                                         Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
    Hallowed be thy Name.                                            He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible                                                                               May the Lord be ever with me.
                                                                                                                                         I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
    Thy kingdom come,                                                  swift sword:
                                                                                                                                                                                                       There is no death, though eyes grow dim.
    Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven.                    His truth is marching on.                                           Morning Has Broken
                                                                                                                                                                                                       There is no fear when I’m near to Him.
    Give us this day our daily bread;
                                                                     He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never               @   Morning has broken                                            I’ll lean on Him for ever
    And forgive us our trespasses,
                                                                       call retreat;                                                     Like the first morning,                                       And He’ll forsake me never.
    As we forgive those who trespass against us.
                                                                     He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat:       Blackbird has spoken
    And lead us not into temptation,                                                                                                                                                                   He will not fail me as long as my faith is strong.
                                                                     O be swift, my soul, to answer him; be jubilant, my feet!           Like the first bird.
    But deliver us from evil.                                                                                                                                                                          Whatever road I may walk along,
                                                                     Our God is marching on.                                             Praise for the singing,
    For thine is the kingdom, and the power and glory,                                                                                                                                                 I’ll walk with God, I’ll take his hand.
                                                                     Glory, glory, hallelujah                                            Praise for the morning,
    For ever and ever. Amen.                                                                                                                                                                           I’ll talk with God, He’ll understand.
                                                                     His truth is marching on.                                           Praise for them springing
                                                                                                                                                                                                       I’ll pray to Him,
    Poor Wayfaring Stranger                                                                                                              Fresh from the Word.
                                                                     In the beauty of the lillies Christ was born across the sea,                                                                      Each day to Him,
9   I am a poor, wayfaring stranger                                  With the glory of his bosom which transfigures you and me:          Sweet the rain’s new fall                                     And He’ll hear the words that I say.
    Wandering o’er this world of woe                                 As he died to make men holy, let us live to make men free,          Sunlit from heaven                                            His hand will guide my throne and rod,
    And there’s no sickness, toil or danger                          While God is marching on.                                           Like the first dew fall                                       And I’ll never walk alone while I walk with God.
    In that bright land to which I go.                                                                                                   On the first grass.
                                                                     He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave;
    I’m going home to see my father,                                                                                                     Praise for the sweetness
                                                                     He is wisdom to the mighty; he is succour to the brave:
    I’m going home, no more to roam.                                                                                                     Of the wet garden
                                                                     So the world shall be his footstool, and the soul of time
    I’m only going over Jordan,                                                                                                          Sprung in completeness
                                                                       his slave:
    Only going over home.                                                                                                                Where his feet pass.
                                                                     Our God is marching on.



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    Ave Maria                                                See the day when men of goodwill
                                                             Live in peace again.
$   Ave Maria gratia plena.
                                                             Peace on earth, can it be?
    Dominus tecum,
    Benedicta tu in mulieribus                               Every child must be made aware,
    Et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesus.                 Every child must be made to care,
    Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis peccatoribus,                Care enough for his fellow man
    Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.                    To give all the love that he can.

    Hail Mary, full of grace.                                I pray my wish will come true
    The Lord is with you.                                    For my children and yours too.
    Blessed are you among women                              They’ll see the day of glory,
    and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.            See the day when men of goodwill
    Holy Mary, pray for us sinners                           Live in peace again.
    now and in the hour of our death. Amen.                  Peace on earth, can it be?

                                                             Mary nodded,
    The Little Drummer Boy /
                                                             The ox and lamb kept time,
    Peace on Earth
                                                             I played my drum for him,
%   Come, they told me, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum                   I played my best for him,
    A new-born King to see, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum               Then he smiled at me,
    Our finest gifts we bring pa-rum-pum-pum-pum             Me and my drum.
    To lay before the King, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
    Rum-pum-pum-pum                                          Go,Tell It on the Mountain
    Rum-pum-pum-pum                                      ^   Go, tell it on a mountain,
    So to honour him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum                     Over the hills and everywhere,
    When we come.                                            Go, tell it on a mountain
                                                             That Jesus is born.
    Little Baby,
    I am a poor boy too,                                     Shepherds watching over their flocks by night,
    I have no gift to bring                                  And out of the darkness there rose a heavenly light.
    That’s fit to give our King;                             They feared and they trembled when high above the earth
    Shall I play for you                                     Rang out an angel chorus telling of the Saviour’s birth.
    On my drum?
                                                             Yes I was a seeker, I sought him both night and day,
    Peace on earth, can it be?                               Asked the Lord to help me, he showed me the way.
    Years from now perhaps we’ll see,                        Down in a manger a humble child was born:
    See the day of glory                                     God sent his salvation on that Christmas morning.


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DAVID HOBSON                                             His discography on the ABC Classics label
                                                         includes the solo albums French and Italian
                                                         Arias, Handel Arias, Cinema Paradiso, David
David Hobson is one of Australia’s best-known
                                                         Hobson Live, Presenting David Hobson and The
operatic performers. He became popular around
                                                         Exquisite Hour, Inside This Room (with David
the world for his award-winning portrayal of
                                                         Hirschfelder), and, most recently, The Promise
Rodolfo (La bohème) in Baz Luhrmann’s
                                                         and A Little Closer.
production for Opera Australia. He made his
international debut in 1994 with San Francisco           Video/DVD releases include the Opera Australia
Opera in the world premiere of Dangerous                 productions of La bohème, Cosí fan tutte, HMS
Liaisons under Donald Runnicles, partnering              Pinafore / Trial by Jury and The Pirates of
Renée Fleming, Thomas Hampson and Frederica              Penzance (ABC) and Orphée et Eurydice (Opus
von Stade. As well as appearing in leading roles         Arte). David Hobson was the critically acclaimed
with major opera companies, concert                      co-winner of Channel 7’s hit series It Takes Two
organisations, festivals and in recital, he is an        in 2006 and 2008. He is the Musica Viva In
impressively versatile artist who has worked in          Schools Ambassador for 2009.
the areas of rock, jazz and television.
                                                         David Hobson is also an award-winning
He has performed in the presence of Her                  composer, with several notable film scores to
Majesty Queen Elizabeth II in Canberra’s Great           his credit, including One Perfect Day, Elizabeth
Hall. His one-man show David Hobson in                   and Better Than Sex.
Concert premiered at the Sydney Opera House
                                                         www.davidhobson.biz
in November 2008. David Hobson’s
performances have been distinguished by
numerous awards including a MO Award for
Operatic Performer of the Year, Sydney Critics’
Circle Awards for his performances as Rodolfo,
Piquillo (La Péricole) and Orphée (Orphée et
Eurydice), The Age Performing Arts Award for
Best Performer in an Opera, and an Australian
Record Industry Association (ARIA) Award.




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TEDDY TAHU RHODES                                        Concert engagements include recitals at the
                                                         Utzon Room (Sydney Opera House) and in
                                                         Washington; two national tours with the
Teddy Tahu Rhodes has established an
                                                         Australian Chamber Orchestra; Fauré’s Requiem
international career on the opera stage and the
                                                         and Brahms’ A German Requiem for the London
concert platform. His wide-ranging repertoire
                                                         Philharmonic Orchestra; appearances at the
is notable for several world and Australian
                                                         Bundaleer and Huntington Festivals, BBC Proms
premiere performances including Bendrix
                                                         and Opera in the Vineyards; and performances
(The End of the Affair), Joe (Dead Man
                                                         with the West Australian and Tasmanian
Walking), The Pilot (The Little Prince), Nigel
                                                         Symphony Orchestras, The Queensland
Butterley’s Spell of Creation and Barry
                                                         Orchestra, Auckland Philharmonia and the New
Conyngham’s Fix. He is a frequent guest with
                                                         Zealand Symphony Orchestra. He made his
major opera companies in the USA, Europe
                                                         debut at New York’s Carnegie Hall in 2009.
and the UK, as well as Opera Australia.
                                                         Teddy Tahu Rhodes’ discography includes
Recent and forthcoming opera engagements
                                                         Musical Renegades and Handel’s Messiah (both
include Escamillo (Carmen) in Paris, Hamburg,
                                                         also on DVD), Fauré’s Requiem and solo discs
Munich, Bilbao and for Scottish Opera; Stanley
                                                         including Mozart Arias, The Voice and Vagabond,
(A Streetcar Named Desire) in Vienna and for
                                                         all for ABC Classics. Other releases include The
Opera Australia; Al Kasim (L  ’Upupa) in Hamburg;
                                                         Little Prince (BBC/Sony International) and the
The Count (The Marriage of Figaro) in Cincinnati;
                                                         DVD Hayley Westenra Live.
Joe (Dead Man Walking) for State Opera of
South Australia and in Sydney for                        His awards include an ARIA Award (Best
McManus/Alexander Productions; Lescaut                   Classical Record for The Voice), two Helpmann
(Manon Lescaut) in Leipzig and for Opera                 Awards (Best Male Operatic Performer), a
Australia; and the title roles in Don Giovanni           MO Award (Operatic Performer of the Year),
(Opera Australia) and Billy Budd (Santa Fe and           the 2006 Limelight Award, and a Green Room
Opera Australia). Following his critically               Award for his performance as Don Giovanni for
acclaimed debut at the Metropolitan Opera, he            Opera Australia.
returns in the 2009/2010 season to perform the
role of Escamillo.




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Sinfonia Australis             Flute / Piccolo    Executive Producers Martin Buzacott,                         I’ll Walk with God is published by Warner Bros. Inc.
Guy Noble conductor            Lisa Osmialowski   Robert Patterson                                             The Little Drummer Boy / Peace on Earth is
Alison Johnston manager                           Recording Producer, Recording Engineer and                   published by Alfred Publishing Co., Inc.
                               Oboe               Mastering Virginia Read
Violin I                       Tania Frazer                                                                    ABC Classics thanks Alexandra Alewood and
                                                  Musical Arrangements Supervisor Jessica Wells
Anna McDonald                                                                                                  Melissa Kennedy.
                                                  Vocal Adviser Sharolyn Kimmorley
Teri Singer                    Clarinet           Artists’ Agent Jenifer Eddy                                      2009 Australian Broadcasting Corporation.
Narine Melconian               John Lewis         Editorial and Production Manager Katherine Kemp                  2009 Australian Broadcasting Corporation. Distributed
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Michelle Kelly
                               Anton Schroeder    Video Cameraman Patrick Boland
Caron Chan
                               James McCrow
Michele O’Young                                   Recorded 11-14 November, 25-27 November and
Jonathan Hendl                 Trumpet            1-3 December 2008 in the Eugene Goossens Hall
                               Leanne Sullivan    of the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s
Viola                                             Ultimo centre.
Stefan Duwe                    Harp
                                                  You’ll Never Walk Alone and Cat Stevens’
Greg Ford                      Genevieve Lang
                                                  arrangement of Morning Has Broken are published
Andrew Marciniak
                               Piano              by Hal Leonard Corporation.
Cello                          Sally Whitwell     Hallelujah is published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing.
Sally Maer
                               Percussion         Albert Hay Malotte’s setting of The Lord’s Prayer is
Rosemary Quinn
                               Jess Ciampa        published by G. Schirmer, Inc.
Oliver Miller
Robert Jackson                 Joshua Hill

Bass                           Guitar
Kirsty McCahon                 Bob Spencer




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