Sunday, January 26th, 2014

Third Sunday after Epiphany

Organ Prelude: Vorspiel, Op. 33, No. 2 by: Adolph Friedrich Hess

Processional Hymn: 555 Lead On, O King Eternal

Gloria

Psalm 27: 1, 5-13 Chanted by the Choir

Before the Gospel: 493 O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing Stanzas 1-4

After the Gospel: 493 O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing Stanzas 5 & 6

Offertory Anthem: From All that Dwell Below the Skies, Arranged by: Gordon Young

From all that dwell below the skies

Let the Creator’s praise arise:

Let the Redeemer’s Name be sung

Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends Thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Doxology

Sanctus

Communion Anthem: Fairest Lord Jesus, Arranged by: Hal Hopson

Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,

O Thou of God and man the Son,

Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,

Thou, my soul’s glory, Joy, and crown.

Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,

Robed in the blooming garb of spring:

Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,

Who makes the woeful heart to sing.

Fair is the sunshine, Fairer still the moonlight,

And all the twinkling starry host:

Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer

Than all the angels heav’n can boast.

Beautiful Savior, Lord of all the nations,

Son of God and Son of Man!

Glory and honor, praise, adoration,

Now and forever more be Thine. Amen.

Communion Hymn: 488 Be Thou My Vision

Recessional Hymn: 451 All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name

Organ Postlude: Short Voluntary, by: John Worgan (1724-1790)

Music Notes

By: Ashley Sosis

John Worgan is lesser known amongst famous organists and composers for the organ today, but he was celebrated during his lifetime. His name appears in a humorous song written by Samuel Wesley that puts Worgan in the company of Johann Friedrich Händel. The words were written to not-so-subtly shame Joah Bates, a judge of a competition for a sought-after organist’s position, after he chose an “amateur” over other seasoned organists.

“The Organ Laid Open or The True Stop Discovered

Come all my brave Boys that want Organists’ Places

I’ll tell you the fun of the thing,

Curse all your Bravuras, your fine ‘Poggiaturas

All the Demis and Semis you’ll bring.

You may strike up no matter “Malbrook,” “Stoney Batter,”

Or whatever comes into your Pates,

For let Handel or Worgan go thresh at the Organ,

If you’ve got the right Key with Jo Bates.

The Foundling’s grand Organ was lately the gift

And all were determin’d to try,

Each made his best shift with a Finger so swift

And ‘cocksure of Election am I.’

But to give ‘em their trimmings, up poll’d Maister Immyns

And quickly decided their Fates,

I can’t, it is true, move my Fingers like you,

But I’ve found out the stop of Jo Bates.

When Nebuchadnezzar his image set up,

His frolic appeared rather odd,

That at music so paltry as Sackbut and Psalt’ry

Each Knee should bow down to his god.

This prophetic affair one would almost declare

To our Day of election relates,

For the sounds that combine have but serv’d for a sign

To fall down and worship Jo Bates.

Then know by these presents all Men it concerns,

What succession of farces is playing by turns,

In vain ev’ry sound that your fancy creates,

For the true Diapason is Mister Jo Bates.”