Mr. Draper, this is a heartfelt version of an anthem with which I connect deeply. Your harmonies have renewed its spirit freshly for me. Thank you for your passion behind the message and thank you for showing us your embedded gifts. Be blessed. MJT
Lift every voice and sing till earth and heaven ring ring with the harmonies of liberty Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies let it resound loud as the rolling sea
Stunning. Want to share with my child, my grandchildren. Love the tempo, which at first seemed startlingly slow. The tempo you choose and what you do with it are perfect match. Could I purchase your chord changes?
Mr. Draper, this is a heartfelt version of an anthem with which I connect deeply. Your harmonies have renewed its spirit freshly for me. Thank you for your passion behind the message and thank you for showing us your embedded gifts. Be blessed. MJT
Lift every voice and sing till earth and heaven ring
ring with the harmonies of liberty
Let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies
let it resound loud as the rolling sea
Trouble don't last always rev Timothy Wright
Nice and Disciplined playing!
Stunning. Want to share with my child, my grandchildren. Love the tempo, which at first seemed startlingly slow. The tempo you choose and what you do with it are perfect match. Could I purchase your chord changes?
They are amazing!!!
That ending is celestial bro
BOOM! gave me the goose bumps, brother! woooooooo!
still on point ricky, just like the first time i heard you on the hammond 10 years back, a beautifully controlled talent.
Lift every voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list'ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chast'ning rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered.
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might,
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.
From Saint Peter Relates an Incident by James Weldon Johnson. Copyright © 1917, 1921, 1935 James Weldon Johnson, renewed 1963 by Grace Nail Johnson. Used by permission of Viking Penguin, a division of Penguin Books USA Inc.
James Weldon Johnson
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James Weldon Johnson, born in Florida in 1871, was a national organizer for the NAACP and an author of poetry and nonfiction. Perhaps best known for the song "Lift Every Voice and SIng," he also wrote several poetry collections and novels, often exploring racial identity and the African American folk tradition.
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The Creation
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely-
I'll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That's good!
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O brothers mine, today we stand
Where half a century sweeps our ken.
Since God, through Lincoln’s ready hand.
Struck off our bonds and made us men.
James Weldon Johnson
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See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines
In the now glaring, and now shifting orbs
Of some wild animal caught in the hunter’s trap.
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This is great and touching. Thank a million. Will love to see more.
So beautiful cousin❤️🙏🏾
AWE AND GRATEFULNESS!!! THE BEST ARRANGEMENT ON YT BAR LIGHT-SPEED!!
Beautiful 💗
Beautiful , well done !
Awesomely executed, refined and from the soul, Brother!
Yesss yesss yessss!🖤👏💙💚👏👏👏👏
Used in a saxophone arrangement of this, on my page with a shout-out. Ty!
ilove it
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Ima need the sheet music
Wonderful Man. You just gained a sub.
Beautifully done bro! Way to celebrate BHM
That was beautiful! Can you put out more clips? The hymns are so necessary
Agreed!!!
Nice chord progressions.
Ricky is the real deal!
Any chance you would do a tutorial on this Brother? How about just what key you played it in?
I would love that as well.
@@monifaithmusic Here you go Moni! th-cam.com/video/_euxjswauno/w-d-xo.html
Bro! Can you do a tutorial?!?!?!
We need more black men women to get back to our instruments start playing them.
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They (cultured fools) turned this Christian poem/song into a racist anthem.