10:30am Choral Eucharist, Sunday, November 25th, 2018

ACNA Ancient Text, Last Sunday after Pentecost, Christ the King

Themes from the Readings:

Sermon On: Exodus

Other Themes: Christ the King Sunday

Prelude: “Prelude on ‘The King of Love My Shepherd Is’”, By: Healey Willan

Processional Hymn: 450, All hail the power of Jesus’ Name (Coronation)

Gloria: S280, Powell

First Reading: Exodus 35:4-12; 40:34-38

Second Reading: Rev 1:1-8

Gospel Hymn: 645, The King of love my shepherd is (St. Columba)

Gospel: John 18:33-38

Offertory Anthem: Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven, By: Susan Naylor Callaway

Choir: Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,

To His feet thy tribute bring;

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,

Evermore His praises sing;

We sing Alleluia! Praise the everlasting King.

Praise Him for His grace and favor

To our fathers in distress;

Praise Him, still the same as ever;

Slow to chide, and swift to bless.

We sing Alleluia...

Angels in the height, adore Him;

Ye behold him face to face;

Saints triumphant, bow before Him;

Gathered in from ev’ry race.

We sing Alleluia! Praise with us the God of grace.

Doxology: Hymn 380, stanza 3

Holy: S125, Proulx

Communion Anthem: At the Name of Jesus, By: Gregg Sewell

Choir: At the name of Jesus, ev’ry knee shall bow,

Ev’ry tongue confess him King of glory now;

‘Tis the Father’s pleasure we should call him Lord,

Who from the beginning was the mighty Word.

In your hearts enthrone him; there let him subdue

All that is not holy, all that is not true;

Crown him as your captain in temptation’s hour;

Let his will enfold you in its light and pow’r.

Watch, for this Lord Jesus shall return again,

With his Father’s glory o’er the earth to reign;

For the day is coming when each knee shall bow;

So let hearts confess him King of glory now.

Communion Meditation: “Crown Him”, By: David C. Isele

Processional Hymn: 494, Crown Him with many crowns (Diademata)

Postlude: “Crown Him With Many Crowns”, By: George J. Elvey

Music Notes

By: Ashley Sosis

This morning’s hymns are 450, All hail the power of Jesus’ Name; 645, The King of love my shepherd is; and 494, Crown Him with many crowns. our anthems include text from hymns; 410, Praise, my soul, the King of heaven, and 435, At the Name of Jesus.

“All hail the power of Jesus’ name,” is often called the “National Anthem of Christendom.” The hymn first appeared in the November, 1779, issue of the Gospel Magazine, edited by Agustus Toplady, author of “Rock of Ages”. This text has been translated into almost every language where Christianity is known; and wherever it is sung, it communicates to the spiritual needs of human hearts. One writer has said, “So long as there are Christians on earth, it will continue to be sung; and after that, in heaven.”

“The King of love my shepherd is,” is Sir Henry Williams Baker’s paraphrase of Psalm 23. Following the lead of other psalm paraphrases by Martin Luther and Sir Isaac Watts, Baker introduces New Testament Christianity into the text: the cup becomes the Eucharistic chalice, the cross takes the place with the rod and staff, and the pastoral caretaker assumes the role of the “Good Shepherd” in St. John’s gospel (John 10:11-18). “11 I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. 12 He who is a hired hand and not a shepherd, who does not own she sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and flees, and the wolf snatches them and scatters them. 13 He flees because he is a hired hand and cares nothing for the sheep. 14 I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I lay down my life for the sheep.”

“Crown Him with many crowns”, is the work of two poets, although The Hymnal 1982 acknowledges only Matthew Bridges, the author of stanza 1. Stanzas 2-5 are by Godfrey Thring. The remainder of Bridges’ poem was, “Crown him the Virgin’s Son! The God Incarnate born, whose arm those crimson trophies won which now his brow adorn. Fruit of the mystic Rose as of that Rose the Stem: the Root, whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem! Crown him the Lord of love! Behold his hands and side, Rich wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified; No angel in the sky can fully bear the sight, but downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright! Crown him the Lord of peace! Whose power a scepter sways, from pole to pole, that wars may cease, absorbed in prayer and praise: His reign shall know no end, and round his pierced feet fair flowers of paradise extend the fragrance ever sweet.“