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Gospel Acclamation

Mass of St Luke* (Lenten words) 

 Cantor:

   Glory and Praise to you O Christ 

People: 

   Glory and Praise to you O Christ    

  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'

   Glory and Praise to you O Christ 

Mass of St. Luke  (Lenten words) 

Music by Mike Stanley. © CJM Music

Offertory Song:

  See Christ was wounded for our sake

 and bruised and beaten for our sin,

 so by his suff'rings we are healed,

 for God has laid our guilt on him.

 Look on his face, come close to him

 see you will find no beauty there:

 despised, rejected, who can tell

 the grief and sorrow he must bear?

 Like sheep that stray we leave God's path

 to choose our own and not his will

 like lamb to slaughter he has gone

 obedient to his father's will.

 Cast out to die by those he loved

 reviled by those he died to save,

 see how sin's pride has sought his death

 see how sin's hate has made him grave.

 For on his shoulders God has laid

 the weight of sin that we should bear;

 so by his passion we have peace,

 through his obedience and his prayer.

Bryan Foley 

Holy Holy:  

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord, God of hosts

Heaven and earth are full of your glory

Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna in the Highest.

Blessed, blessed, blessed is He 

who comes in the name of the Lord

Hosanna in the Highest, Hosanna in the Highest.

Mass of the creation by Marty Haugen

Memorial Acclamation :  

   Save us saviour of the world 

   for by your cross and resurrection

   you have set us free,

Great Amen:  

   Plainchant 

Lamb of God

    Spoken

Prayer of Spiritual Communion

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

Communion Song:

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.

Hans Leo Hassler (1564 - 1612) arr. J S. Bach

P. Gerhardt (1607 - 76) tr. R. A. Knox (1888 - 1957)

Word © Burns & Oats Ltd.

Recessional Song

1. My song is love unknown,

   My Saviour'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

Tune: Love Unknown 66 66 44 44

John Ireland (1879 - 1962)

Text; Samuel Crossman (c. 1624 - 1683)