Refrain:
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna in the highest!
Verses:
Holy is the Lord, God Almighty. (clap, clap, clap)
Heaven and earth are full of his glo - ry. (clap, clap, clap)
Holy is the Lord. Holy is the Lord.
Holy is the name of the Lord.
Blest is he who comes in the Lords name. (clap, clap, clap)
Heavn and earth are full of his glory. (clap, clap, clap)
Blessed is the Lord. Blessed is the Lord.
Blessed is the name of the Lord.
Music by Jo Boyce
1. Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry;
thy humble beast pursues his road
with palms and scattered garments strowed.
2. Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
o’er captive death and conquered sin.
3. Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky,
look down with sad and wondering eyes
to see the approaching sacrifice.
4. Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
the Father, on his sapphire throne
expects his own anointed Son.
5. Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
bow thy meek head to mortal pain,
then take, O God, thy power, and reign.
Words & Tune: H H Milman
Repeat after Cantor:
Kyrie Eleison (Kyrie Eleison)
Christe Eleison (Christe Eleison),
Kyrie Eleison (Kyrie Eleison)
Mass of Holy Trinity | Music by Mike Stanley and Andy Ross © CJM MUSIC
Omitted during Lent:
Mass of St Bernadette | Music by Mike Stanley © CJM MUSIC
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Psalm 125 r.3
RESPONSE: (Cantor, then all)
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Verse 1:
All who see me deride me. They curl their lips, they toss their heads.
He trusted in the Lord, let him save him; let him release him if this is his friend.
R/ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Verse 2:
Many dogs have surrounded me, a band of the wicked beset me.
They tear holes in my hands and my feet. I can count every one of my bones.
R/ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Verse 3:
They divide my clothing among them. They cast lots for my robe. O
They tear holes in my hands and my feet. I can count every one of my bones.
R/ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Verse 4:
I will tell of your name to my brethren and praise you where they are assembled
'You are fear the Lord give him praise; all sons of Jacob, give him glory, revere Him, Israel's sons'
R/ My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
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Music by Jo Boyce © CJM MUSIC | Words © The Grail (UK)
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! (2)
Verse: (sung)
Glory and praise to you O Lord.
Mass of St Luke | Music by Mike Stanley © CJM MUSIC
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!
Words and Music: Isaac Watts
VERSE 1:
Holy, Holy, Holy
Lord God of hosts.
Heaven and earth are full of your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.
VERSE 2:
Blessed is he
who comes in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.
Hosanna in the high - est.
Mass of Creation | Marty Haugen
We proclaim your death, O Lord, and profess your resurrection until you come again, until you come again.
Mass of Creation| Music by Marty Haugen
Spoken
My Jesus,
I believe that You are present
in this Holy Sacrament of the altar.
I love You above all things
and I passionately desire to receive You into my soul.
Since I cannot now receive You sacramentally,
come spiritually into my soul
so that I may unite myself wholly to You
now and forever.
Amen.
Based on a prayer of St Alphonsus Liguorit
1. O Sacred Head ill-used,
by reed and bramble scarred;
that idle blows have bruised,
and mocking lips have marred,
now dimmed that eye so tender,
how wan those cheeks appear,
how overcast the splendour
that angel hosts revere!
2. What marvel if thou languish,
vigour and virtue fled,
wasted and spent with anguish
and pale as are the dead?
O by they foes' derision,
that death endured for me,
grant that thy open vision
a sinner's eye may see.
3. Good Shepherd, spent with loving,
look on me, who have strayed,
oft those lips unmoving
with milk and honey stayed;
spurn not a sinner’s crying
nor from thy love outcast,
but rest thy head in dying
on these frail arms at last.
4. In this they sacred Pssion
O, that some share had I!
O, may thy Cross's fashion
o'erlook me when I die!
For these dear pains that rack there
a sinner's thanks receive;
O, lest in death I lack thee
a sinner's care relieve.
5. Since death must be my ending,
in that dread hour of need,
my friendless cause befriending,
Lord, to my rescue speed;
thyself, dear Jesus, trace me
that passage to the grave,
and from thy cross embrace me
with arms outstretched to save.
Words & Music: JHans Leo Hassler (1564 - 1612) arr. J S. Bach, P. Gerhardt (1607 - 76) tr. R. A. Knox (1888 - 1957)
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
Words & Music: John Ireland, Samuel Crossman