Today’s Hymn: Jesu nostra redemptio

Jesus, redemption all divine,
Whom here we love, for whom we pine,
God, working out creation’s plan,
and in the latter time made man;

What love of thine was that, which led
To take our woes upon thy head,
And pangs and cruel death to bear
To ransom us from death’s despair.

Let very mercy force thee still
To spare us, conquering all our ill;
And, granting that we ask on high
With thine own face to satisfy.

Today’s Hymn: Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art;
Thou my best thought, by day or by night;
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father and I, Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise;
Thou mine inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart;
O King of glory, my treasure Thou art.

O King of glory, my victory won;
Rule and reign in me ’til Thy will be done;
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall;
Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

Today’s Hymn: There is One Lord (Taize)

There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism,
There is one God who is Father of all.

Bear with one another in love and charity,
be humble, be patient, be selfless, be as one.

There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism,
There is one God who is Father of all.

There is one body, there is one spirit,
there is one hope to which we are called.

There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism,
There is one God who is Father of all.

We are all to come to unity,
in our faith and knowledge of the son of God,
until we become perfected in the fullness of Christ.

There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism,
There is one God who is Father of all.

Today’s Hymn: Glory to you, my God, this night

Glory to you, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light,
To you, from whom all good does come,
Our life, our health, our lasting home.

Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed,
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the aweful day.

O may I now on you repose,
And may kind sleep my eyelids close,
Sleep that may me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.

If I lie restless on my bed,
Your word of healing peace be said,
If powerful dreams rise in the night,
Transform their darkness into light.

All praise to God, sustaining us,
Redeeming and transfiguring us,
Thanksgiving in eternity,
All praise, beloved Trinity.

(From A New Zealand Prayer Book, Night Prayer)

Today’s Hymn: Nox et tenebrae et nublia

When breaks the day, and dawn grows bright,
Christ nearer seems, the Light of Light:
From us, like shades that night-time brings,
Drive forth, O Light, all darksome things.

Earth’s dusky veil is torn away,
Pierced by the sparkling beams of day:
Our life resumes its hues apace,
Soon as our Day-Star shews his face.

So thee, O Christ, alone we seek,
With conscience pure and temper meek:
With tears and chants we humbly pray
That thou wouldst guide us through each day.

For many a shade obscures each sense
Which needs thy beams to purge it thence:
Light of the Morning Star, illume,
Serenely shining, all our gloom.

Today’s Hymn: Telluris ingens Conditor

Earth’s mighty Maker, whose command

Raised from the sea, the solid land;

And drove each billowy heap away,

And bade the earth stand firm for aye;

That so the soil might herbage yield,

And blossoms fair to deck the field,

And golden fruit and harvest bear,

And pleasant food for man prepare.

Our spirit’s rankling wounds efface

With dewy freshness of they grace:

That grief may cleanse each deed of ill,

And o’er each lust may triumph still.

Let every soul thy law obey

And keep from every evil way:

Rejoice each promised good to win,

And flee from every mortal sin.

O Father, that we ask be done

Through Jesus Christ, thine only son,

Who, with the Holy Ghost and thee,

Shall live and reign eternally. Amen.

Pentecost Hymns: Part 3 of 3 Veni, creator spiritus

Come Holy Ghost, Creator blest,

Vouchsafe within our souls to rest;

Come with thy grace and heavenly aid,

And fill the hearts which thou has made.

To thee, the Paraclete, we cry;

To thee, the Gift of God most high,

The Fount of life, the Fire of love,

The soul’s Anointing from above.

The sevenfold gifts of grace are thine,

O Finger of the Hand Divine;

True promise of the Father thou,

Who dost the tongue with speech endow.

Thy light to every sense impart

and shed thy love in every heart;

Thine own unfailing might supply

To strengthen our infirmity.

Drive far away our ghostly foe,

And thine abiding peace bestow;

If thou be our preventing guide,

No evil can our steps betide.

Make thou to us the Father known,

Teach us the eternal Son to own,

Be this our never changing creed,

That thou dost from them both proceed.

(From The Anglican Breviary)

Pentecost Hymns: 2 of 3 Beata nobis gaudia

Blest joys for mighty wonders wrought

The year’s revolving orb hath brought,

What time the Holy Ghost in flame

Upon the Lord’s disciples came.

The quivering fire their heads bedewed

In cloven tongues’ similitude,

That eloquent their words might be,

And fervid all their charity.

In varying tongues the Lord they praised,

The gathering people stood amazed;

And whom the Comforter divine

Inspired, they mocked as full of wine.

These things were done in type today,

When Eastertide had worn away,

The number told which once set free

The captive at the jubilee.

And now, O holy God, this day

Regard us, as we humbly pray,

And send us from thy heavenly seat

The blessings of the Paraclete.

Thou once in every holy breast

Didst bid indwelling grace to rest:

This day our sins, we pray, release,

And in our time, O Lord, give peace.

(From The Anglican Breviary)

Pentecost Hymns: Part 1 of 3 Iam Christus astra ascenderat

Now Christ, gone thither, whence he came,

And throned midst the stars aflame,

Desired God’s promise to bestow,

The Father’s Gift to man below.

The solemn time was drawing nigh,

Replete with heavenly mystery,

On seven days’ sevenfold circles borne,

That first and blessed Whitsun-morn.

When the third hour shone all around,

There came a rushing mighty sound

And told the Apostles, while in prayer,

That, as ’twas promised, God was there.

Then from the Father’s light there came

That beautiful and kindly Flame,

To kindle every Christian heart,

And fervour of the Word impart.

With joy the Apostle’s breasts are fired,

Thus by the Holy Ghost inspired;

And straight, in divers tongues and speech,

The wondrous works of God they preach.

All nations to their voice give ear;

Barbarians, Latins, Grecians hear,

And lo, the wondrous word to all

Doth in familiar accents fall.

But Jewry, faithless even yet,

With mad, infuriate rage beset,

To mock Christ’s followers, combine,

As drunken all with new-made wine.

Thereat, with signs and works of might,

Stands Peter forth to teach aright

How Joel’s words, fulfilled this day,

Refute what there maligners say.

(From The Anglican Breviary)