Sunday, February 28th, 2016
Rite I, 3rd Sunday of Lent
Prelude: Wer nur den lieben Gott last walten,BWV 647 by: J.S. Bach
Processional Hymn: 401 The God of Abraham praise
Kyrie: S91, Willan
First Reading: Exodus 3:1-15
Psalm 63:1-8
The choir begins, all respond with the verses in bold.
1 O God, you are my God; eagerly I/ seek you; *
my soul thirsts for you, my flesh faints for you,
as in a barren and dry land where there/ is no water.
2 Therefore I have gazed upon you in your/ holy place, *
that I might behold your power/ and your glory.
3 For your loving-kindness is better than/ life itself; *
my lips shall/ give you praise.
4 So will I bless you as /long as I live *
and lift up my hands/ in your Name.
5 My soul is content, as with marrow and/ fatness, *
and my mouth praises you with/ joyful lips,
6 When I remember you up-/on my bed, *
and meditate on you in/ the night watches.
7 For you have been my/ helper, *
and under the shadow of your wings I/ will rejoice.
8 My soul/ clings to you; *
your right hand/ holds me fast.
Second Reading: 1 Corinthians 10:1-13
Before the Gospel: 574 Before thy throne, O God, we kneel; stanzas 1-3
Gospel: Luke 13:1-9
After the Gospel: 574 Before thy throne, O God, we kneel; stanza 4
Offertory Anthem: If thou but suffer God to guide thee, arr. Jody W. Lindh
Choir: If thou but suffer God to guide thee,
And hope in Him through all thy ways,
He’ll give thee strength, whate’er betide thee,
And bear thee through the evil days;
Who trusts in God’s unchanging love
Builds on the Rock that naught can move.
Only be still and wait His leisure
In cheerful hope, with heart content
To take whate’er thy Father’s pleasure,
And all discerning love hath sent;
Nor doubt our inmost wants are known
To Him who chose us for His own.
Sing, pray, and keep His ways unswerving;
In all thy labor faithful be,
And trust His Word, though undeserving,
Thou yet shalt find it true for thee;
God never yet forsook in need.
The soul that trusts in Him indeed.
-Text: Georg Neumark, 1640
Doxology: 380 Stanza 3
Holy: S114, Willan
Lamb of God: S158, Willan
Communion Anthem: View Me, Lord, by: Richard H. Lloyd (b. 1933)
Choir: View me, Lord, a work of thine:
Shall I then lie drown’d in night?
Might thy grace in me but shine,
I should seem made all of light.
Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel
At thine altar, pure and white;
They that once thy mercies feel,
Gaze no more on earth’s delight.
Worldly joys, like shadows, fade
When the heav’nly light appears;
But the cov’nants thou hast made,
Endless, know nor days, nor years.
In thy word, Lord, is my trust,
To thy mercies fast I fly;
Though I am but clay and dust,
Yet thy grace can lift me high.
-Text: Thomas Campion, 1613
Communion Meditation: Meditation on Leoni (The God of Abraham praise) by: Rebecca te Velde
Communion Hymn: 685 Rock of ages, cleft for me
Recessional Hymn: 478 Jesus, our mighty Lord, our strength in sadness
Postlude: Leoni (The God of Abraham praise) by: Gerald Near
Music Notes
By: Ashley Sosis
Thomas Campion (1567-1620) was an English composer and poet. It is notable to those who love choral music that he published four books of choral motets. I find it amusing that the first two books were published together in 1613 and were entitled The First Booke of Ayres Contayning Divine and Morall Songs and The Second Booke of Ayres Containing Light Conceits of Lovers. (It helps that I usually find anything written in old English amusing.) At any rate, you may read the entirety of both books online here: http://www.luminarium.org/editions/camptwobookes.htm.
Here is the first stanza of the original Campion text from the First Book of Ayers alongside today’s offertory anthem text. It serves as a good primer in reading “ye olde writ.”
1. View me, Lord, a work of Thine : View me, Lord, a work of thine:
Shall I then li drowne in night? Shall I then lie drown’d in night?
Might Ty grace in me but shine, Might thy grace in me but shine,
I should seem made all of light. I should seem made all of light.
Below is Campion’s original second stanza of the poem, that was not included in today’s anthem text. Though it is somewhat unpleasant, I do enjoy the “sinful rat” imagery. My best guess for the translation of the word for “surfeis” is “survives”.
2. But my soul still surfeis so
On the poioned baits of sin,
That I strange and ugly grow,
All is dark and foul within.