PRAISE TO THE LORD, THE ALMIGHTY (Sunday 9am)
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty,
the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is
your health and salvation.
All you who hear, now to His altar draw near,
join in profound adoration.
Praise to the Lord, let us offer
our gifts at His altar;
let not our sins and transgressions
now cause us to falter.
Christ the high-priest bids us all join in His feast
victims with Him on the altar.
Praise to the Lord who will prosper
our work and defend us;
surely His goodness and mercy
here daily attend us;
ponder anew all the Almighty can do,
He who with love will befriend us.
Praise to the Lord, oh,
let all that is in us adore Him!
All that has life and breath,
come now in praises before Him.
Let the Amen sound from His people again,
now as we worship before him.
Text: Joachim Neander, trans Catherine Winkworth. Music: LOBE DEN HERREN arr Todd Syswerda © 2012 Lindsborg Press. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
THE CHURCH’S ONE FOUNDATION (Sunday 5pm)
The Church’s one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord;
she is the new creation by water and the word;
from heav’n He came and sought her to be His holy bride;
with His own blood he bought her and for her life he died.
Called out from ev’ry nation, yet one through-out the earth;
her charter of salvation, one Lord, one faith, one birth;
one holy name she blesses, and shares one holy food,
as to one hope she presses with ev’ry grace endued.
We see her long divided by heresy and sect;
yet she by God is guided one people, one elect.
Her vigil she is keeping, her cry goes up, “How long?”
and soon the night of weeping shall be the dawn of song.
Text: 76 76, Samuel J Stone, 1839-1900. Music: Samuel S Wesley, (1810-1876). Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
STABAT MATER (Sunday 9am)
At the Cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
all His bitter anguish sharing,
Lo! the piercing sword had passed.
O, how sad and sore distress’t,
now was she, that Mother blest,
of the sole-begotten One.
With deep love and heart's prostration,
Mother meek, the bitter Passion,
saw she of her glorious Son.
Who could mark, from tears refraining,
Christ’s dear Mother uncomplaining,
in so great a sorrow bowed?
Who, unmoved, behold her languish,
underneath His Cross of anguish,
‘mid the fierce, unpitying crowd?
Text: 88 7; Stabat Mater dolorosa;Jacapone da Todi, 1230-1306; tr. By Edward Caswell, 1814-1878, alt. Music:Maintzisch Gesangbuch, 1661. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
COME TO ME, ALL WHO LABOUR (Sunday 5pm)
Refrain
Come to me, all who labour
and are heavy burdened,
and I shall five you rest.
Take up my yoke
and learn from me,
for I am meek and humble of heart.
And you’ll find rest for your souls.
Yes, my yoke is easy
and my burden light.
The Lord is my Shepherd,
I shall never be in need.
Fresh and green are the meadows
where he gives me rest. Refrain
Text & Tune: Gregory Norbert, ©1984, The Benedictine Foundation/Weston Priory. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
PANGE LINGUA
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of His Flesh, the mystery sing;
Of the Blood, all price exceeding,
Shed by our Immortal King,
Destined, for the world's redemption,
From a noble Womb to spring.
Of a pure and spotless Virgin
Born for us on earth below,
He, as Man, with man conversing,
Stayed, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He closed in solemn order
Wondrously His Life of woe.
On the night of that Last Supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He, the Paschal Victim eating,
First fulfils the Law's command;
Then as Food to all his brethren
Gives Himself with His own Hand.
Word-made-Flesh, the bread of nature
By His Word to Flesh He turns;
Wine into His Blood He changes:
What though sense no change discerns.
Only be the heart in earnest,
Faith her lesson quickly learns.
Tune: Chant mode III. Public domain. Text: Original Latin text: St Thomas Aquinas, 1264. English translation: Edward Caswall 1849. Public domain. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
CHRIST IS THE WORLD’S LIGHT (Sunday 9am)
Christ is the world’s light, Christ and none other;
born in our darkness, he became our brother -
if we have seen him, we have seen the Father:
Glory to God on high!
Christ is the world’s peace, Christ and none other;
no one can serv him and despise another.
Who else unites us, one in God the Father?
Glory to God on high!
Christ is the world’s life, Christ and none other;
sold once for silver, murdered here, our brother -
he, who redeems us, reigns with God the Father:
Glory to God on high!
Give God the glory, God and none other;
give God the glory, Spirit, Son and Father;
give God the glory, God with us our brother:
Glory to God on high!
Words: Fred Pratt Green (1903-2000). Music: Paris Antiphoner, 1681. Christe Sanctorum 10.11.11.6. © 1969 Hope Publishing Company. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
SEEK YE FIRST (Sunday 5pm)
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God
and His righteousness,
and all these things shall be added unto you
Allelu Alleluia
Ask and it shall be given unto you;
seek and ye shall find;
knock and the door shall be opened unto you
Allelu Alleluia
Where two or three are gathered in my name,
there am I in their midst;
and whatsoever ye ask, I will do.
Allelu, Alleluia.
Text & Music: Marques LA Garrett © 2014 GIA Publications. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
COME BACK TO ME (HOSEA) (Sunday 5pm)
Come back to me with all your heart.
Don’t let fear keep us apart.
Trees do bend, though straight and tall:
So must we, to others call.
Refrain
Long have I waited for your coming
home to me and living deeply our new life.
The wilderness will lead you
to your heart where I will speak.
Integrity and justice
with tenderness you shall know. Refrain
You shall sleep secure with peace;
faithfulness will be your joy. Refrain
Text: based on Hosea. Text & Music: Gregory Norbet, OSB ©1972, The Benedictine Foundation of the State of Vermont, Inc. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
HOLY GOD WE PRAISE THY NAME (Sunday 9am)
Holy God, we praise Thy name;
Lord of all, we bow before Thee;
all on earth Thy sceptre claim;
all in heav’n above adore Thee.
Infinite Thy vast domain;
everlasting is Thy reign.
Hark! The loud celestial hymn
angel choirs above are raising;
cherubim and seraphim,
in unceasing chorus praising,
fill the heav’ns with sweet accord:
Holy, holy, holy Lord.
Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, three we name Thee,
while in essence only one;
undivided God we claim Thee,
and adoring bend the knee,
while we own the mystery.
Text: 78 78 77; Te Deum laudamus, Music: Allgemeines Katholisches Gesangbuch, Vienna. Contributors: Grosser Gott. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
NOW THANK WE ALL OUR GOD (Sunday 5pm)
Now thank we all our God, with heart and mind and voices,
who wondrous things hath done, in whom this world rejoices;
who from our mother’s arms hath blessed us on our way
with countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.
Oh, may this bounteous God through all our life be near us,
with ever joyful hearts and blessed peace to cheer us;
and keep us in His grace, and guide us when perplexed,
and free us from all ills in this world and the next.
All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given;
the Son, and Him who reigns with them in highest heaven;
eternal Three in One whom earth and heav’n adore;
for thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.
Text 67 67 66 66; Sirach 50:22-24; Martin Rinkart, 1586-1649.Music: Johann Cruger, 1598-1662; adapt.by Felix Mendelssohn, 1809-1847, alt. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.
