Choral Choir,Choral (2-Part) - Level 2 - Digital Download SKU: A0.1399600 By French. By Dan Bradley. Christian,Easter,Praise & Worship,Religious,Sacred. 6 pages. Mare Dan Music #982892. Published by Mare Dan Music (A0.1399600). En Francais Gloire Alléluia, Il Est Vivant! available also in Spanish: Gloria Aleluya, ¡Está Vivo! and in English: Glory Hallelujah He is Alive. Also available as solo, two parts, SAB and SATB. He Is Alive is perfect for Easter and Easter Season tells the story of the Women at the Tomb, The Road to Emmaus, Doubting Thomas. They all come to one conclusion: He Is Alive! The music has a Hebrew modality and uses rhythms like a hora. Fun and dramatic to sing and based on solid scriptures. Can provide many wonderful lessons in Faith.Il Est Vivant est parfait pour la période de Pâques et raconte l'histoire des femmes au tombeau, du chemin d'Emmaüs et de Thomas le Douteux. Une seule conclusion s'impose : Il est vivant ! Cette chanson est également disponible en Solo, Two Part, SAB et SATB, ainsi qu'en espagnol : Gloria Aleluya, Esta Vivo ! et en français : Gloire Alléluia, Il Est Vivant.La musique a une modalité hébraïque et utilise des rythmes comme la hora. Le chant est amusant et dramatique et repose sur des écritures solides. Elle peut offrir de merveilleuses leçons de foi.

Choral Choir (2-Part) - Level 2 - Digital Download SKU: A0.903534 By Peter Paul and Mary. By Traditional. Arranged by Kim Kirkman. Folk,Traditional. Octavo. 6 pages. Kim Kirkman #509660. Published by Kim Kirkman (A0.903534). Stewball was a racehorse - really wonderful folk song This arrangement has harmony, key change and a canonic section. Works really well Lyrics: Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water, he always drank wine. His bridle was silver, his main it was gold. And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare. And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all, Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' my noble Stewball. I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball, I'd be a free man today. Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans. I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home. Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water, he always drank wine.