Hail the love and power amazing
Of the incarnate living Word! Year by year the song upraising, Join we all with one accord, Blessed saints and martyrs praising, Who have died for Christ, their Lord. Sing we now, for naught esteeming Tyrant’s rage, Saint Thomas dies, How the murderer’s weapon gleaming, Place of prayer and praise defiles; Yet the martyr’s life-blood streaming Still for pardoning mercy cries. How he lived a life laborious, Be the wondrous story told; How he died a martyr glorious, Bishop wise, confessor bold; How he reigns with Christ victorious Clothed in white with crown of gold. To the Lord of all creation, In whose love the martyrs rest, To the God of our salvation, Whom their dying breath confessed, Honour, praise and adoration, Father, Son and Spirit blest.
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Hills of the North, rejoice,
Echoing songs arise, Hail with united voice Him who made earth and skies: He comes in righteousness and love, He brings salvation from above. Isles of the Southern seas, Sing to the listening earth, Carry on every breeze Hope of a world’s new birth: In Christ shall all be made anew, His word is sure, his promise true. Lands of the East, arise, He is your brightest morn, Greet him with joyous eyes, Praise shall his path adorn: The God whom you have longed to know In Christ draws near, and calls you now. Shores of the utmost West, Lands of the setting sun, Welcome the heavenly guest In whom the dawn has come: He brings a never-ending light Who triumphed o’er our darkest night. Shout, as you journey on, Songs be in every mouth, Lo, from the North they come, From East and West and South: In Jesus all shall find their rest, In him the sons of earth be blest. Editors of the New English Hymnal based on C.E. Oakley, 1832-1865
A few shots of the progress thus far on the grotto for Our Lady at St Edward’s House; a practical and devotional way to spend some spare time in this Marian month of May, and to make use of the natural resource of the abundance of rocks and stones. The structure needs to be built up at the back and sides, a statue has been sourced, and after some proper landscaping and planting of roses (for the entrance arch) and Marian flowers (for the rockery), we will have a decent enough grotto in this relatively quiet and secluded part of the garden.
The Walsingham Pilgrim Manual
An overcast Mothering Sunday today, in more ways than one, brightened a little by the use of an old rose Low Mass set in the Spanish style. This set, used only once a year, was given to me almost two decades ago by my then-Anglican parish priest in Manchester. He had, in turn, been given it by his confessor, a monk of the Anglican Benedictine community at Nashdom. So, a nice bit a patrimony on this most patrimonial of Sundays. Had normal service been in operation we would have enjoyed the return of the organ, flowers at the altar, beautiful Marian hymns, rosa mystica incense, and the distribution of daffodils and simnel cake. Alas. Our opening hymn for the Solemn Mass was to have been The God of love my Shepherd is - the 23rd psalm - appointed for this ‘Refreshment Sunday’ in the English Hymnal. Words by Herbert, music by Dr Charles Collignon, who taught anatomy, of all things, at the University of Cambridge in the second half of the 18th century. His tune is thus called ‘University’. I think it sublime and deeply fitting for this time. 1. The God of love my Shepherd is, And he that doth me feed; While he is mine and I am his, What can I want or need? 2. He leads me to the tender grass, Where I both feed and rest; Then to the streams that gently pass: In both I have the best. 3. Or if I stray, he doth convert, And bring my mind in frame, And all this not for my desert, But for his holy name. 4. Yea, in death’s shady black abode Well may I walk, not fear; For thou art with me, and thy rod To guide, thy staff to bear. 5. Surely thy sweet and wondrous love Shall measure all my days; And, as it never shall remove, So neither shall my praise. George Herbert, 1593-1633 1. New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove; Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought. 2. New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven. 3. If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. 4. The trivial round, the common task, Will furnish all we need to ask, Room to deny ourselves, a road To bring us daily nearer God. 5. Only, O Lord, in thy dear love Fit us for perfect rest above; And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray. John Keble, 1792-1866 1. Thee we adore, O hidden Saviour, thee, Who in thy Sacrament art pleased to be; Both flesh and spirit in thy presence fail, Yet here thy presence we devoutly hail. 2. O blest memorial of our dying Lord, Who living bread to men doth here afford! O may our souls forever feed on thee, and thou, O Christ, for ever precious be! 3. Fountain of goodness, Jesu, Lord and God, Cleanse us, unclean, with thy most cleansing blood; Increase our faith and love, that we may know The hope and peace which from thy presence flow. 4. O Christ, whom now beneath a veil we see, May what we thirst for soon our portion be, To gaze on thee unveiled, and see thy face, The vision of thy glory and thy grace. St Thomas Aquinas, 1227-1274 translated by James Woodford, 1820-1885 Saint of the Sacred Heart Sweet Teacher of the Word, Partner of Mary’s woes, And favourite of thy Lord! Thou to whom grace was given To stand where Peter fell; Whose heart could brook the Cross Of Him it loved so well! We know not all thy gifts; But this Christ bids us see, That He who so loved all Found more to love in thee. Dear Saint! I stand far off, With vilest sins opprest; Oh may I dare, like thee, To lean upon His breast? His touch could heal the sick, His voice could raise the dead! Oh that my soul might be Where He allows thy head. The gifts He gave to thee He gave thee to impart; And I, too, claim with thee His Mother and His Heart. Ah teach me, then, dear Saint! The secrets Christ taught thee, The beatings of His Heart, And how it beat for thee. Frederick Faber, Cong. Orat., 1814-1863 Merciful Lord, we beseech thee to cast thy bright beams of light upon thy Church: that she being enlightened by the doctrine of thy blessed Apostle and Evangelist Saint John, may so walk in the light of thy truth, that she may at length attain to the light of everlasting life; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen. - Divine Worship: The Missal.
Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made,
The souls to Thee so dear, In prison for the debt unpaid Of sins committed here. Those holy souls, they suffer on, Resign’d in heart and will, Until Thy high behest is done, And justice has its fill. For daily falls, for pardon’d crime, They joy to undergo The shadow of Thy cross sublime, The remnant of Thy woe. Help, Lord, the souls which Thou hast made, The souls to Thee so dear, In prison for the debt unpaid Of sins committed here. Oh, by their patience of delay, Their hope amid their pain, Their sacred zeal to burn away Disfigurement and stain; Oh, by their fire of love, not less In keenness than the flame, Oh, by their very helplessness, Oh, by Thy own great Name, Good Jesu, help! sweet Jesu, aid The souls to Thee most dear, In prison for the debt unpaid Of sins committed here. St John Henry Newman, 1801-1890 1. Her Virgin eyes saw God incarnate born,
when she to Bethlem came that happy morn: how high her raptures then began to swell, none but her own omniscient Son can tell. 2. As Eve, when she her fontal sin reviewed, wept for herself and all she should include, blest Mary, with man’s Saviour in embrace, joyed for herself and for all human race. 3. All saints are by her Son’s dear influence blest; she kept the very fountain at her breast: the Son adored and nursed by the sweet Maid a thousandfold of love for love repaid. 4. Heaven with transcendent joys her entrance graced, next to his throne her Son his Mother placed; and here below, now she’s of heaven possest, all generations are to call her blest. Thomas Ken, 1637-1711 (Anglican Bishop of Bath & Wells, 1685-1691)
Grant to us, we beseech thee, O Lord: that we, who celebrate the festival of the Blessed Virgin Mary our Queen, being defended by her succour, may obtain peace in this world, and glory in that which is to come; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, ever one God, world without end. Amen. - Divine Worship: The Missal.
O how glorious is the kingdom in which all the Saints rejoice with Christ, and, clad in white robes, follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. V. Let the Saints be joyful in glory. R. Let them rejoice in their beds. O ALMIGHTY GOD, who hast knit together thine elect in one communion and fellowship, in the mystical body of thy Son Christ our Lord: grant us grace so to follow thy blessed Saints in all virtuous and godly living; that through their intercession we may come to those unspeakable joys, which thou hast prepared for them that unfeignedly love thee; through the same Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen. from the Wednesday Commemoration of the Saints, St Gregory’s Prayer Book 1. I sing a song of the saints of God,
Patient and brave and true, Who toiled and fought and lived and died For the Lord they loved and knew. And one was a doctor, and one was a queen, And one was a shepherdess on the green; They were all of them saints of God, and I mean, God helping, to be one too. 2. They loved their Lord so dear, so dear, And his love made them strong; And they followed the right for Jesus’ sake The whole of their good lives long. And one was a soldier, and one was a priest, And one was slain by a fierce wild beast; And there’s not any reason, no, not the least, Why I shouldn’t be one too. 3. They lived not only in ages past; There are hundreds of thousands still. The world is bright with the joyous saints Who love to do Jesus’ will. You can meet them in school, or in lanes, or at sea, In church, or in trains, or in shops, or at tea; For the saints of God are just folk like me, And I mean to be one too. Lesbia Scott, 1898-1986
The Westminster Hymnal no.152
Mgr Ronald Knox, 1888-1957
Fr Frederick Faber, Cong. Orat., 1814-1863
The English Catholic Hymn Book no.881
Fr Frederick Faber, Cong. Orat., 1814-1863
Bishop Synesius, 375-430, translated by A.W. Chatfield, 1808-1896
The English Hymnal no.77
Ex more docti mystico
c. 6th century, translated by John Mason Neale, 1818-1866 The English Hymnal no.65
St Andrew of Crete, 660-732, translated by J. M. Neale, 1818-1866
The English Hymnal no.72
Next Sunday is Septuagesima, the beginning of that period of Pre-Lent, consisting of three Sundays that precede and prepare the Church (according to the Ordinariate and Extraordinary Forms of the Roman Rite) for the great penitential season of Lent. The liturgical character of this period anticipates Lent by omitting the Alleluia and the Gloria from Mass, and the Te Deum from the Divine Office, and by clothing the church and her ministers in violet. The ancient hymn below, translated by the eminent Anglican hymnographer, John Mason Neale, may be sung on this Sunday before Septuagesima, so as to emphasise the bittersweet loss of the Alleluia from the Sacred Liturgy; a word dear to the hearts of Christians, that will not now be heard again until the Easter Vigil. Here follows Neale’s own explanation: ‘The Latin Church, as it is well known, forbade, as a general role, the use of Alleluia in Septuagesima. Hence, in more than one ritual, its frequent repetition on the Saturday before Septuagesima, as if by way of farewell to its employment. This custom was enjoined in the German Dioceses by the Council of Aix-la-Chapelle, in 817: but various reasons render it probable that the following hymn is not of earlier date than the thirteenth century. The farewell to Alleluia in the Mozarabic rite is so lovely that I give it here. After the Alleluia Perenne, the Capitula are as follows:— “Alleluia in heaven and in earth; it is perpetuated in heaven, it is sung in earth. There it resounds everlastingly: here sweetly. There happily; here concordantly. There ineffably; here earnestly. There without syllables; here in musical numbers. There from the Angels; here from the people. Which, at the birth of Christ the Lord, not only in heaven, but the earth, did the Angels sing; while they proclaimed, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men of good will”. The Benediction:— “Let that Alleluia which is ineffably sung in heaven, be more efficaciously declared in your praises. Amen. unceasingly sung by Angels, let it here be uttered brokenly by all faithful people. Amen. That it, as it is called the praise of God, and as it imitates you in that praise, may cause you to be enrolled as denizens of the eternal mansion. Amen”. The Lauda:— “Thou shalt go, O Alleluia; Thou shalt have a prosperous journey, O Alleluia. R. And again with joy thou shalt return to us, O Alleluia. V. For in their hands they shall bear thee up; lest thou hurt thy foot against a stone. R. And again with joy thou shalt return to us, O Alleluia”’. Mediaeval Hymns and Sequences, 1867, edited by John Mason Neale, 1818-1866
to the tune Tantum Ergo, The English Hymnal, no. 63
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