Good Friday
Good Friday 7th April 2023
Entrance Song
Enter in silence
Music and words by: Unknown
Penitential Act
Spoken
Gloria
Ommitted
Readings for Mass: https://universalis.com/mass.htm
Words © The Grail (UK)
Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 30: 2. 6. 12-13. 15-17. 25
RESPONSE: (Cantor, then all)
R/ Father into your hands I commend my spirit
1 In you, O Lord, I take refuge.
Let me never be put to shame.
In your justice, set me free.
Into your hands I commend my spirit.
It is you who will redeem me, Lord.
R/Father into your hands I commend my spirit
2 In the face of all my foes
I am a reproach,
an object of scorn to my neighbours
and of fear to my friends.
R/Father into your hands I commend my spirit
3 Those who see me in the street
run far away from me.
I am like a dead man, forgotten in men’s hearts,
like a thing thrown away.
R/Father into your hands I commend my spirit
4 But as for me, I trust in you, Lord,
I say: ‘You are my God.’
My life is in your hands, deliver me
from the hands of those who hate me
R/Father into your hands I commend my spirit
5 Let your face shine on your servant.
Save me in your love.
Be strong, let your heart take courage,
all who hope in the Lord.
R/Father into your hands I commend my spirit
Readings for Mass: https://universalis.com/mass.htm
Music by Jo Boyce © CJM MUSIC | Words © The Grail (UK)
Gospel Acclamation
Christ was humbler yet, even to accepting death, death on a cross. But God raised him high and gave him the name which is above all names
Behold Behold the Wood of the Cross
Refrain
Be-hold, behold the wood of the cross
On which is hung our salvation.
O come, let us adore.
Verses:
1
Unless a grain of wheat shall fall
upon the ground and die,
It shall remain but a single grain
and not give life.
2
And when My hour of glory comes
as all was meant to be,
You shall see Me lifted up
upon a tree.
3
For there can be no greater love
shown upon this land
Than in the One
who came to die that we might live.
4.
My father, if it were your plan,
this cup might pass me by.
Yet let it happen
if I must die
5.
for surely he has drawn your tears,
is wounded by our sin
and yet he opens not his name
that we might live
6.
my body now is torn with pain,
my friends have left and gone.
A loving father take my life
into your hands
Words and Music: Dan Shutte
Were You There
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?
Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they nailed Him to the cross?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they laid Him in the tomb?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Words and Music: Unknown, first published William Eleazar Barton
Communion Song
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain, I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my Lord:
All the vain things that charm me most
I sacrifice them to his blood.
See from His head His hands His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown.
Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were and off’ring far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine
Demands my soul my life and all!
Music and words by: Issac Watts
1. My song is love unknown,
My Savior's love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh, and die?
2. He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know:
But oh, my Friend, My Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.
3. Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then "Crucify!" is all their breath,
And for His death They thirst and cry.
4. Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made teh lame to run
he gave teh blind their sight.
Sweet injuries! Yet that at these
5. They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they save,
The Prince of life they slay.
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
That He His foes From thence might free.
6. In life noo house, no home
my Lord on earth might have:
In death no friendly tomb
but what a stranger gave.
what may I say? Heav'n was his home;
but mine the tomb wherein he lay.
7. Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise
I all my days would gladly spend
Music and words by: une: Love Unknown 66 66 44 44
John Ireland (1879 - 1962)
Text; Samuel Crossman (c. 1624 - 1683)