Ave Maria - Cornelius Verdonck (1563-1625)
Ave Maria, gratia plena.
Dominus tecum, benedicta tu
In mulieribus, et benedictus
Fructus ventris tui.
Dominus tecum, benedicta tu
In mulieribus, et benedictus
Fructus ventris tui.
Ave Verum - William Byrd
Ave, verum corpus natum de Maria Virgine,
Vere passum immolatum in Cruce pro homine,
Cujus latus perforatum unda fluxit et sanguine,
Esto nobis praegustatum in mortis examine.
(Translation)
Hail,true body born of the Virgin Mary,
Who truly suffered, sacrificed on the Cross for man,
Whose pierced side overflowed with water and blood,
Be for us a foretaste In the test of death.
Vere passum immolatum in Cruce pro homine,
Cujus latus perforatum unda fluxit et sanguine,
Esto nobis praegustatum in mortis examine.
(Translation)
Hail,true body born of the Virgin Mary,
Who truly suffered, sacrificed on the Cross for man,
Whose pierced side overflowed with water and blood,
Be for us a foretaste In the test of death.
Awake my soul - H. A. Chambers
Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise to pay thy morning sacrifice.
Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how all seeing God thy ways and all thy secret thought surveys.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the Angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing High Praise to the Eternal King. Amen.
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise to pay thy morning sacrifice.
Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how all seeing God thy ways and all thy secret thought surveys.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the Angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing High Praise to the Eternal King. Amen.
Balulalow - Ian Wells
Oh my dear heart, young Jesu sweet,
Prepare thy cradle in my spreit,
And I sall rock thee in my heart,
And never mair from thee depart.
But I sall praise thee evermore,
With sangis sweet unto thy gloir.
The knees of my heart sall I bow,
And sing that richt balulalow.
Prepare thy cradle in my spreit,
And I sall rock thee in my heart,
And never mair from thee depart.
But I sall praise thee evermore,
With sangis sweet unto thy gloir.
The knees of my heart sall I bow,
And sing that richt balulalow.
Bogoroditsye Dyevo - Sergei Rachmaninov (1873-1943)
Bogoroditse Devo, raduysia,
Blagodatnaya Mariye,
Ghospod s'Toboyu.
Blagoslovenna Ti v'zhenah, i blagosloven
Plod chreva Tvoyego,
yako Spasa rodila, yesi dush nashih.
(Translation)
Rejoice, O Virgin Mother Of God,
Mary full of grace, the Lord is with You.
Blessed are You among women,
and blessed is the Fruit of Your womb,
for You have borne the Saviour of our souls.
Blagodatnaya Mariye,
Ghospod s'Toboyu.
Blagoslovenna Ti v'zhenah, i blagosloven
Plod chreva Tvoyego,
yako Spasa rodila, yesi dush nashih.
(Translation)
Rejoice, O Virgin Mother Of God,
Mary full of grace, the Lord is with You.
Blessed are You among women,
and blessed is the Fruit of Your womb,
for You have borne the Saviour of our souls.
Cantate Domine - Giuseppe Pitoni (1657-1743)
Cantate Domino canticum novum,
laus ejus in ecclesia sanctorum.
Lætetur Israel in eo qui fecit eum,
et filii Sion exultent in rege suo.
-Psalm 149:1-2
(Translation)
Sing to the Lord a new song.
his praise in the assembly of the saints.
Let Israel rejoice in He who made them,
and the people of Zion rejoice in their King.
laus ejus in ecclesia sanctorum.
Lætetur Israel in eo qui fecit eum,
et filii Sion exultent in rege suo.
-Psalm 149:1-2
(Translation)
Sing to the Lord a new song.
his praise in the assembly of the saints.
Let Israel rejoice in He who made them,
and the people of Zion rejoice in their King.
Christ is our Cornerstone - Malcolm Archer
Christ is our cornerstone, on him alone we build;
With his true saints alone The courts of heaven are filled.
On his great love our hopes we place of present grace And joys above.
Oh, then, with hymns of praise these hallowed courts shall ring;
Our voices we will raise the Three in One to sing
And thus proclaim in joyful song, Both loud and long, That glorious name.
Here, gracious God, do now and evermore draw near;
Accept each faithful vow, And every suppliant hear.
In copious shower on all who pray Each holy day Your blessing pour.
Here may we gain from heaven the grace which we implore,
And may that grace, once given, Be with us evermore
Until that day when all the blest To endless rest Are called away.
With his true saints alone The courts of heaven are filled.
On his great love our hopes we place of present grace And joys above.
Oh, then, with hymns of praise these hallowed courts shall ring;
Our voices we will raise the Three in One to sing
And thus proclaim in joyful song, Both loud and long, That glorious name.
Here, gracious God, do now and evermore draw near;
Accept each faithful vow, And every suppliant hear.
In copious shower on all who pray Each holy day Your blessing pour.
Here may we gain from heaven the grace which we implore,
And may that grace, once given, Be with us evermore
Until that day when all the blest To endless rest Are called away.
Come, holy ghost - Palestrina
Come, holy ghost, our souls inspire, and lighten with celestial fire;
Thou the anointing Spirit art, who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart.
Thy blessed unction from above is comfort, life, and fire of love!
Enable with perpetual light the dullness of our blinded sight:
Anoint and cheer our soiled face with the abundance of Thy grace;
Keep far our foes; give peace at home; Where thou art guide, no ill can come!
Teach us to know the Father, Son, and Thee, of both, to be but One;
That through the ages all along, this may be our endless song;
Praise to the Father, and the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One.
Thou the anointing Spirit art, who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart.
Thy blessed unction from above is comfort, life, and fire of love!
Enable with perpetual light the dullness of our blinded sight:
Anoint and cheer our soiled face with the abundance of Thy grace;
Keep far our foes; give peace at home; Where thou art guide, no ill can come!
Teach us to know the Father, Son, and Thee, of both, to be but One;
That through the ages all along, this may be our endless song;
Praise to the Father, and the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One.
Ecce Sacerdos Magnus - Edward Elgar
Ecce sacerdos magnus qui in diebus suis placuit Deo
Et inventus est justus.
Behold the great priest, who in his days, pleased God.
Et inventus est justus.
Behold the great priest, who in his days, pleased God.
Clare Benediction – John Rutter
May the Lord show His mercy upon you;
May the light of His presence be your guide :
May He guard you and uphold you;
May His Spirit be ever by your side.
When you sleep, may His angels watch over you;
When you wake, may He fill you with His grace :
May you love Him and serve Him all your days.
Then in heaven may you see His face.
May the light of His presence be your guide :
May He guard you and uphold you;
May His Spirit be ever by your side.
When you sleep, may His angels watch over you;
When you wake, may He fill you with His grace :
May you love Him and serve Him all your days.
Then in heaven may you see His face.
Fanfare - Martin Shaw
Gloria in excelsis deo!
Hide not thou thy face from us, O Lord - Richard Farrant (died 1580)
Hide not thou thy face from us, O Lord,
and cast not off Thy servant in Thy displeasure:
For we confess our sins unto Thee,
and hide not our unrighteousness:
For thy mercy sake deliver us from all our sins.
and cast not off Thy servant in Thy displeasure:
For we confess our sins unto Thee,
and hide not our unrighteousness:
For thy mercy sake deliver us from all our sins.
God is a Spirit - William Sterndale Bennett (1816-1875)
God is a Spirit, and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.
For the Father seeketh such to worship him in spirit and in truth.
For the Father seeketh such to worship him in spirit and in truth.
If ye love me - Philip Wilby
If ye love me, keep my commandments,
And I will pray the Father,
And he shall give you another comforter,
That he may abide with you for ever:
Even the spirit of truth.
And ye know him, for he dwelleth with you,
And shall be in you.
I will not leave you comfortless.
I will come to you.
- John 14 vv.15-18
And I will pray the Father,
And he shall give you another comforter,
That he may abide with you for ever:
Even the spirit of truth.
And ye know him, for he dwelleth with you,
And shall be in you.
I will not leave you comfortless.
I will come to you.
- John 14 vv.15-18
Irish Blessing - Bob Chilcott
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be ever at your back,
May the sunshine warm upon your face,
And the rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again, may God hold you,
ever in the palm of his hand.
May the wind be ever at your back,
May the sunshine warm upon your face,
And the rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again, may God hold you,
ever in the palm of his hand.
I will sing with the spirit - John Rutter
I will sing with the spirit and I will sing with the understanding also. Alleluia!
Little Camel Boy - Edmund Walters
In the sky a star is shining, and the road is bare in moonlight,
Where the frost is glistening brightly on the lonely eastern mountains.
So little camel boy now play again in notes so true,
And let your merry music in the air sing teerelee and tooreloo.
Let the music lead you nearer the star in the sky.
As you watch the star above you, hurry on you men of wisdom,
For the baby in the manger is the promise of the angel.
So little camel boy now play again in notes so true,
And let your merry music in the air sing teerelee and tooreloo.
Let the music lead you nearer the star in the sky.
To the baby give your treasure, to the tiny Prince of Angels,
For the men on earth will praise him when he reigns above in glory.
So little camel boy now play again in notes so true,
And let your merry music in the air sing teerelee and tooreloo.
Let the music lead you nearer the star in the sky.
Where the frost is glistening brightly on the lonely eastern mountains.
So little camel boy now play again in notes so true,
And let your merry music in the air sing teerelee and tooreloo.
Let the music lead you nearer the star in the sky.
As you watch the star above you, hurry on you men of wisdom,
For the baby in the manger is the promise of the angel.
So little camel boy now play again in notes so true,
And let your merry music in the air sing teerelee and tooreloo.
Let the music lead you nearer the star in the sky.
To the baby give your treasure, to the tiny Prince of Angels,
For the men on earth will praise him when he reigns above in glory.
So little camel boy now play again in notes so true,
And let your merry music in the air sing teerelee and tooreloo.
Let the music lead you nearer the star in the sky.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates - William Mathias (1934-1992)
Lift up your heads, O ye gates;
and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors;
and the King of Glory shall come in.
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord strong and mighty,
the Lord mighty in battle.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates;
and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors;
and the King of Glory shall come in.
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord of Hosts,
He is the King of Glory.
and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors;
and the King of Glory shall come in.
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord strong and mighty,
the Lord mighty in battle.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates;
and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors;
and the King of Glory shall come in.
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord of Hosts,
He is the King of Glory.
Non nobis domine! - Roger Quilter (1877-1953)
Non Nobis, Domine!
Not unto us, O Lord,
The praise and glory be
Of any deed or word.
For in Thy judgement lies
To crown or bring to nought
All knowledge and device
That man has reached or wrought.
And we confess our blame,
How all too high we hold
That noise which men call fame,
That dross which men call gold.
For these we undergo
Our hot and godless days,
But in our souls we know
Not unto us the praise.
O Power by whom we live
Creator, Judge and Friend,
Upholdingly forgive,
Nor leave us at the end.
But grant us yet to see,
In all our piteous ways,
Non Nobis, Domine,
Not unto us the praise.
Not unto us, O Lord,
The praise and glory be
Of any deed or word.
For in Thy judgement lies
To crown or bring to nought
All knowledge and device
That man has reached or wrought.
And we confess our blame,
How all too high we hold
That noise which men call fame,
That dross which men call gold.
For these we undergo
Our hot and godless days,
But in our souls we know
Not unto us the praise.
O Power by whom we live
Creator, Judge and Friend,
Upholdingly forgive,
Nor leave us at the end.
But grant us yet to see,
In all our piteous ways,
Non Nobis, Domine,
Not unto us the praise.
Now the green blade riseth – Simon Lindley
Now the green blade rises from the buried grain,
Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom we had slain,
Thinking that He’d never wake to life again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
Up He sprang at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain;
Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By Your touch You call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
Wheat that in the dark earth many years has lain;
Love lives again, that with the dead has been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
In the grave they laid Him, Love Whom we had slain,
Thinking that He’d never wake to life again,
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
Up He sprang at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain;
Up from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By Your touch You call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.
Only say the word – Martin Polglaise
Only say the word, Lord Jesus, Lamb of God
Bearer of our sin, redeemer of the world
Come with healing grace to share our darkest night
Only say the word, I shall be healed
Only say the word, your love embraces me
Lifts me from the dust to let me see your face
So I shall presume to share your feast with joy
Only say the word, I shall draw near.
Only say the word, I’ll live my days for you
Love with all my heart, my mind, my strength, my soul
Take this gift my Lord, this offering of my love,
Only say the word, I shall be yours.
Bearer of our sin, redeemer of the world
Come with healing grace to share our darkest night
Only say the word, I shall be healed
Only say the word, your love embraces me
Lifts me from the dust to let me see your face
So I shall presume to share your feast with joy
Only say the word, I shall draw near.
Only say the word, I’ll live my days for you
Love with all my heart, my mind, my strength, my soul
Take this gift my Lord, this offering of my love,
Only say the word, I shall be yours.
O taste and see – Ralph Vaughan Williams
O taste and see how gracious the Lord is; Blest is the man that trusteth in him (Psalm 34, v.8)
Pie Jesu - Karl Jenkins
Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona eis requiem,
Sempiternam requiem.
(Translation)
Lord, have mercy,
Grant them peace;
Everlasting peace.
Dona eis requiem,
Sempiternam requiem.
(Translation)
Lord, have mercy,
Grant them peace;
Everlasting peace.
Steal Away - Traditional
Steal away to Jesus! Steal away home, I ain't got long to stay here.
My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I ain't got long to stay here.
Green trees are bending, Poor sinners stand atrembling:
The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I ain't got long to stay here.
My Lord calls me, He calls me by the lightning;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I ain't got long to stay here.
Tombstones are bursting, Poor sinners stand atrembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I ain't got long to stay here.
My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I ain't got long to stay here.
Green trees are bending, Poor sinners stand atrembling:
The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I ain't got long to stay here.
My Lord calls me, He calls me by the lightning;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I ain't got long to stay here.
Tombstones are bursting, Poor sinners stand atrembling;
The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I ain't got long to stay here.
Thou visitest the earth – Maurice Green
Thou visitest the earth and blessest it,
and crownest the year with Thy goodness
and crownest the year with Thy goodness
