What Wondrous Love is This?

String Quartet, Recorded at Tenth a few weeks ago.

(Close mic, single stereo array, mild EQ and compression.)

Wondrous Love

My Final Project from Basic Sound (an elective for my Entertainment Engineering minor).

Script is mostly adapted from pieces of Book 2, Chapter 2 of "Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc" by Mark Twain.  An additional scene was recorded, but scrapped in editing.

Featuring the voice talents and animals of friends and family. 

FMVD 120 (Basic Sound) Final Project

30 seconds of the intro to Thou Who Was Rich.

Chamber Orchestra.  Recorded Christmas Eve 2015 at Tenth.

Thou Who Was Rich [Random Bit]

Congregational Carol from Christmas Eve 2015.  
Trinity Hymnal #230

Thou who wast rich beyond all splendor,
all for love's sake becamest poor;
thrones for a manger didst surrender,
sapphire-paved courts for stable floor.
Thou who wast rich beyond all splendor,
all for love's sake becamest poor.

Thou who are God beyond all praising
all for love's sake becamest man;
stooping so low, but sinners raising,
heav'n-ward by thine eternal plan.
Thou who are God beyond all praising
all for love's sake becamest man.

Thou who art Love beyond all telling,
Savior and King, we worship Thee.
Emmanuel, within us dwelling,
make us what Thou wouldst have us be.
Thou who art Love beyond all telling,
Savior and King, we worship Thee.

Lyrics: Frank Houghton, 1894-1972.
Tune: Quelle est cette odeur agréable.  Arr. Charles H Kitson, 1930. 

Thou Who Wast Rich

Lyrics: 
The tree of life my soul hath seen, laden with fruit and always green;
The trees of nature fruitless be, compared with Christ the appletree.

This beauty doth all things excel, by faith I know, but ne’er can tell
The glory which I now can see, in Jesus Christ the appletree.

For happiness I long have sought, and pleasure dearly I have bought;
I missed of all, but now I see ‘tis found in Christ the appletree.

This fruit doth make my soul to thrive, it keeps my dying faith alive;
Which makes my soul in haste to be with Jesus Christ the appletree.

I’m wearied with my former toil, here I will sit and rest a while;
Under the shadow I will be, of Jesus Christ the appletree.

jkrrv

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