Sunday, November 27, 2005
A New Year Has Begun
The readings for the first Sunday of Advent were:
Isaiah 64:1-9
Psalm 80:1-7, 16-18
1Corinthians 1:3-9
Mark 13:24-37
Our introit hymn this morning was Wake, Awake, for Night Is Flying . The words were written by Phillipp Nicolai (Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme) in 1599. The words may have been inspired by a 1523 poem by Nuremberg's Meistersinger Lutheran poet Hans Sachs, Catherine Winkworth translatee the lyrics from German in her book Lyra Germanica, 1858. I recently purchased a reprint of this important book through an EBay auction. Catherine Winkworth's translations are a great gift to all English speaking churches. The hymn tune Wachet Auf was composed by Phillipp Nicolai and harmonized by Johann Sebastian Bach in 1731.
1. Wake, awake, for night is flying:
The watchmen on the heights are crying,
Awake, Jerusalem, arise!
Midnight's solemn hour is tolling,
His chariot wheels are nearer rolling,
He comes; prepare, ye virgins wise.
Rise up, with willing feet,
Go forth, the Bridegroom meet:
Alleluia!
Bear through the night your well-trimmed light,
Speed forth to join the marriage rite.
2. Sion hears the watchmen singing,
Her heart with deep delight is springing,
She wakes, she rises from her gloom:
Forth her Bridegroom comes, all glorious,
In grace arrayed, by truth victorious;
Her Star is risen, her Light is come!
All hail, Incarnate Lord,
Our crown, and our reward!
Alleluia!
We haste along, in pomp of song,
And gladsome join the marriage throng.
3. Lamb of God, the heavens adore thee,
And men and angels sing before thee,
With harp and cymbal's clearest tone.
By the pearly gates in wonder
We stand, and swell the voice of thunder,
That echoes round thy dazzling throne.
No vision ever brought,
No ear hath ever caught,
Such bliss and joy:
To raise the song, we swell the throng,
To praise thee ages all along. Amen.
The hymn sung during the lighting of the first candle on the Advent wreath we sang O Come, O Come, Emmanuel. The words are a twelfth century Latin poem, translated in 1851 by John Mason Neale. The hymn tune Veni Emmanuel is a fifteenth century plainsong. We sang the first four verses this morning. We will sing different verse each Sunday in Advent as another candle is lit.
O come, O come, Emmanuel,
and ransom captive Israel,
that mourns in lonely exile here
until the Son of God appear.
Refrain:
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, thou Wisdom from on high,
who orderest all things mightily;
to us the path of knowledge show,
and teach us in her ways to go. Refrain
O come, thou Rod of Jesse, free
thine own from Satan's tyranny;
from depths of hell thy people save,
and give them victory over the grave. Refrain
O come, thou Dayspring, come and cheer
our spirits by thine advent here;
disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
and death's dark shadows put to flight. Refrain
O come, thou Key of David, come,
and open wide our heavenly home;
make safe the way that leads on high,
and close the path to misery. Refrain
O come, O come, great Lord of might,
who to thy tribes on Sinai's height
in ancient times once gave the law
in cloud and majesty and awe. Refrain
O come, thou Root of Jesse's tree,
an ensign of thy people be;
before thee rulers silent fall;
all peoples on thy mercy call. Refrain
O come, Desire of nations, bind
in one the hearts of all mankind;
bid thou our sad divisions cease,
and be thyself our King of Peace. Refrain
O come, O come, Emmanuel,
and ransom captive Israel,
that mourns in lonely exile here
until the Son of God appear. Refrain
The third hymn today was Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates.
The hymn was written in 1642 by George Weissel and translated in 1855 by Catherine Winkworth. Thank you again, Miss Winkworth. The hymn tune is called Truro, written by Thomas Williams in his Psalmodia Evangelica, 1789.
Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates;
behold the King of glory waits!
The King of kings is drawing near;
the Savior of the world is here.
O blest the land, the city blest,
where Christ the ruler is confessed!
O happy hearts and happy homes
to whom this King of triumph comes!
Fling wide the portals of your heart;
make it a temple, set apart
from earthly use for heaven's employ,
adorned with prayer and love and joy.
Redeemer, come, with us abide;
our hearts to thee we open wide;
let us thy inner presence feel;
thy grace and love in us reveal.
Thy Holy Spirit lead us on
until our glorious goal is won;
eternal praise, eternal fame
be offered, Savior, to thy Name!
Our anthem today was Christ Will Come Again by Paul Laubengayer.
Christ will come again.
Trust despite the deepn'ning darkness. Christ will come again.
Lift the world above its grieving
Through our watching and believing. Christ will come again.
Probe the present with the promise, Christ will come again.
Let your daily action witness, Christ will come again.
Let your loving and your giving
And your justice and forgiving.
Be a sign to all the living. Christ will come again.
Match the present to the promise, Christ will come again.
Make this hope your guiding premise, Christ will come again.
Pattern all your calculating
And the world you are creating
To the advent you are waiting: Christ will come again.
Christ will come again.
Christ will come again.
Christ will come again.
The final hymn was Come, Thou Long-Expected Jesus by Charles Wesley in 174, published in his collection Hymns for the Nativity of Our Lord. The tune is Hyfrydol, composed by Rowland H. Prichard in 1830.
Come, thou long-expected Jesus,
born to set thy people free;
from our fears and sins release us,
let us find our rest in thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
hope of all the earth thou art:
dear desire of every nation,
joy of every longing heart.
Born thy people to deliver,
born a child, and yet a king,
born to reign in us for ever,
now thy gracious kingdom bring.
By thine own eternal Spirit
rule in all our hearts alone;
by thine all-sufficient merit
raise us to thy glorious throne.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Thanksgiving Sunday
O sing to the Lord with a jubilant voice; Glory to God in the highest!
O serve him with gladness, before him rejoice; Praise to the Lord in the highest!
The Lord is our God, our Creator not we; Glory to God in the highest!
The sheep of his pasture we ever shall be; Praise to the Lord in the highest!
O enter his gates with thanksgiving and praise; Glory to God in the highest!
To honor his name thankful voices we raise; Praise to the Lord in the highest!
For good is the Lord and his mercy is sure; Glory to God in the highest!
To all generations, his truth shall endure;
Glory to God! Glory to God! Praise to the Lord in the highest!
—text adapted from U. K. Koren (1826-1910)
Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.
All the world is God’s own field, fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown unto joy or sorrow grown.
First the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be.
For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day all offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store in His garner evermore.
Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified, in Thy garner to abide;
Come, with all Thine angels come, raise the glorious harvest home.
The hymn text is from the Nederlandtsch Gedencklanck; translated by Theodore Baker. The hymn tune is Kremser, a 16th century Dutch melody arranged by Edward Kremser.
1. We gather together
to ask the Lord's blessing;
he chastens and hastens
his will to make known.
The wicked oppressing
now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to his name,
he forgets not his own.
2. Beside us to guide us,
our God with us joining,
ordaining, maintaining
his kingdom divine;
so from the beginning
the fight we were winning;
thou, Lord, wast at our side,
all glory be thine!
3. We all do extol thee,
thou leader triumphant,
and pray that thou still
our defender wilt be.
Let thy congregation
escape tribulation;
thy name be ever praised!
O Lord, make us free!
Our anthem at the 11 am service was The Lord of the Harvest by Austin Lovelace. It is the text of Come, Ye Thankful People Come set to the Welsh tune Arfon.
The handbell choir played The Battle Hymn of the Republic arranged by Cynthia Dobrinski. It was a fairly difficuly piece, but we did a fabulous job.
The final hymn was Now Thank We All Our God The words were written by Martin Rinkart in 1636, translated by Catherine Winkworth in 1858. The hymn tune is Nun danket alle Gott by Johann Crüger.
Now thank we all our God
With hearts and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done,
In whom his world rejoices;
Who from our mothers’ arms
Has blest us on our way
With countless gifts of love
And still is ours today.
Oh, may this bounteous God
Through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts
And blessed peace to cheer us
And keep us in his grace
And guide us when perplexed
And free us from all harm
In this world and the next!
All praise and thanks to God
The Father now be given,
The Son, and him who reigns
With them is highest heaven,
The one eternal God,
Whom earth and heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Hymns for November 13, 2005
Judges 4:1-7
Psalm 1231
Thessalonians 5:1-11
Matthew 25:14-30
As an introit we sang Rise Up O Men of God
The text was written by William Pierson Merrill in 1909. The hymn tune is Festal Song. In our hymnal the words are made “inclusive” and are “Rise up Ye Saints of God”. Now I’m pretty radical when it comes to women’s rights, but I don’t like people messing around with literature. They should leave the words the way the poet wrote them.
Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things,
give heart and soul and mind and strength
to serve the King of kings.
Rise up, O men of God!
His kingdom tarries long:
bring in the day of brotherhood
and end the night of wrong.
Rise up, O men of God!
The Church for you doth wait;
her strength unequal to her task;
rise up, and make her great!
Lift high the cross of Christ!
Tread where his feet have trod;
as brothers of the Son of Man,
rise up, O men of God!
The first hymn was O God Our Help in Ages Past . The hymn was written by Isaac Watts (1674-1748) in 1719. The hymn tune “St. Anne” was probably composed by William Croft in 1708.
O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home:
Under the shadow of thy throne,
thy saints have dwelt secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.
Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received her frame,
from everlasting thou art God,
to endless years the same.
A thousand ages in thy sight
are like an evening gone;
short as the watch that ends the night
before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
bears all its sons away;
they fly, forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.
O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
be thou our guide while life shall last,
and our eternal home!
The second hymn was my all time favorite How Firm a Foundation
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.
Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.
Our anthem was based on Jane Marshall’s excellent hymn What Gift Can We Bring?
What gift can we bring, what present, what token?
What words can convey it, the joy of this day?
When grateful we come, remembering, rejoicing,
what song can we offer in honor and praise?
Give thanks for the past, for those who had vision,
who planted and watered so dreams could come true.
Give thanks for the now, for study, for worship,
for mission that bids us turn prayer into deed.
Give thanks for tomorrow, full of surprises,
for knowing whatever tomorrow may bring,
the Word is our promise always, forever;
we rest in God’s keeping and live in God’s love.
This gift we now bring, this present, this token,
these words can convey it, the joy of this day!
When grateful we come, remembering, rejoicing,
this song we now offer in honor and praise.
The final hymn was Pass It On , text and music by Kurt Kaiser, written in 1969. The teenagers love this one. It always reminds me of Joan Baez’s song Carry It On.
It only takes a spark to get a fire going,
And soon all those around can warm up in its glowing;
That's how it is with God's Love,
Once you've experienced it,
Your spread the love to everyone
You want to pass it on.
What a wonderous time is spring,
When all the tress are budding
The birds begin to sing, the flowers start their blooming;
That's how it is with God's love,
Once you've experienced it.
You want to sing, it's fresh like spring,
You want to pass it on.
I wish for you my friend
This happiness that I've found;
You can depend on God
It matters not where you're bound,
I'll shout it from the mountain top - PRAISE GOD!
I want the world to know
The Lord of love has come to me
I want to pass it on.
I'll shout it from the mountain top - PRAISE GOD!
I want the world to know
The Lord of love has come to me
I want to pass it on.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
All Saints Sunday
Revelation 7:9-17
Psalm 34:1-10, 221
Ephesians 1:11-23
Matthew 5:1-12
The processional hymn was For All the Saints.
The text was written by William Walsham How in 1864. The wonderful hymn tune Sine nomine was composed by Ralph Vaughn Williams. What a glorious hymn! After the first three verses the singing paused, and the names of all parishioners who had died during the past year were read out. Candles were lit as each name was read. Unfortunately, we had an awful lot of candles this year. Many of our faithful old members died this year.
For all the saints, who from their labors rest,
who thee by faith before the world confessed,
thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might;
thou, Lord, their Captain in the well fought fight;
thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
For the apostles' glorious company,
who bearing forth the cross o'er land and sea,
shook all the mighty world, we sing to Thee:
Alleluia, Alleluia!
For the Evangelists, by whose blest word,
like fourfold streams, the garden of the Lord,
is fair and fruitful, be thy Name adored.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
For Martyrs, who with rapture kindled eye,
saw the bright crown descending from the sky,
and seeing, grasped it, thee we glorify.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
and win, with them the victor's crown of gold.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
O blest communion, fellowship divine!
we feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
all are one in thee, for all are thine.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
and hearts are brave, again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
The golden evening brightens in the west;
soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;
sweet is the calm of paradise the blessed.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
the saints triumphant rise in bright array;
the King of glory passes on his way.
Alleluia, Alleluia!
From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
and singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost:
Alleluia, Alleluia!
The second hymn was I Sing a Song of the Saints of God written by Lesbia Scott. The hymn tune is Grand Isle by John H. Hopkins. In years past the children's choir members would dress up like some of the saints in the hymn and process and sing.
1. I sing a song of the saints of God,
patient and brave and true,
who toiled and fought and lived and died
for the Lord they loved and knew.
And one was a doctor, and one was a queen,
and one was a shepherdess on the green;
they were all of them saints of God, and I mean,
God helping, to be one too.
2. They loved their Lord so dear, so dear,
and his love made them strong;
and they followed the right for Jesus' sake
the whole of their good lives long.
And one was a soldier, and one was a priest,
and one was slain by a fierce wild beast;
and there's not any reason, no, not the least,
why I shouldn't be one too.
3. They lived not only in ages past;
there are hundreds of thousands still.
The world is bright with the joyous saints
who love to do Jesus' will.
You can meet them in school, on the street, in the store,
in church, by the sea, in the house next door;
they are saints of God, whether rich or poor,
and I mean to be one too.
One Eucharistic hymn was
This Is the Feast of Victory for Our God
The text was written by John W.Arthur © Concordia Publishing House
The hymn tune is called Festival Canticle and was composed by Richard Hillert
© Richard Hillert. The link is to a recording of a church choir singing the anthiphon for this hymn. We don't use it at communion very often. I love it.
This is the feast of victory for our God. Alleluia.
Worthy is Christ, the Lamb who was slain,
whose blood set us free to be people of God.
Power and riches and wisdom
and strength and honor and blessing and glory are his.
This is the feast of victory for our God. Alleluia.
Sing with all the people of God,
and join in the hymn of all creation:
This is the feast of victory for our God. Alleluia.
Blessing and honor and glory
and might be to God and the Lamb forever. Amen.
This is the feast of victory for our God. Alleluia.
This is the feast of victory for our God,
for the Lamb who slain has begun his reign. Alleluia, alleluia.
This is the feast of victory for our God. Alleluia.
The second Eucharistic hymn was For the Bread, Which You Have Broken
The text was written by Louis F. Benson in 1924. The hymn tune is by V. Earle Copes.
For the bread, which you have broken,
for the wine which you have poured,
for the words which you have spoken,
now we give you thanks, O Lord.
By this pledge, Lord, that you love us,
by your gift of peace restored,
by your call to heaven above us,
hallow all our lives, O Lord.
As our blessed ones adore you,
seated at our Father's board,
may the Church still waiting for you
keep love's tie unbroken, Lord.
In your service, Lord, defend us;
in our hearts keep watch and ward,
in the world to which you send us
let your kingdom come, O Lord.
The final hymn was Natalie Sleath's wonderful Hymn of Promise
In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
The closing voluntary was a jazz trio playing When the Saints Go Marching In just in case anyone missed the point about what the day was.