Call to remembrance, O Lord, thy tender mercy and thy loving kindness which hath been ever of old. O remember not the sins and offences of my youth, but according to thy mercy think thou on me, O Lord, for thy goodness.Psalm 25: 5,6
Lord, for thy tender mercy's sake, lay not our sins to our charge, but forgive that is past, and give us grace to amend our sinful lives. To decline from sin and incline to virtue, that we may walk in a perfect heart before thee, now and evermore. AmenLidley's Prayers, 1566
Verbe égal au Trés-Haut Notre unique espérance, Jour éternel de la terre et des cieux, De la paisible nuit nous rompons le silence, Divin Sauveur, jette sur nous les yeux! Répands sur nous le feu de la grâce puissante, que tous l'enfer fuie au son de ta voix, Dissipe le sommeil d'une âme languisante, qui la conduit à l'oubli de tes lois! O Christ sois favorable à ce peuple fidèle pour te benir maintenant rassemblé, Reçoit les chants qu'il offre, à ta gloire immortelle, et de tes dons qu'il retourne comblé!
Word of God the most high, our sole hope, eternal day of the earth and heavens as we break the silence of the peaceful night divine saviour, look down upon us. Imbue us with the fire of thy great mercy so that hell itself will flee at the sound of your voice disperse the sleep which leads our languishing souls to stray from the path of righteousness. O Christ show your favour to your faithful people who have come together to worship you receive the praises that they offer up to your immortal glory and may they come back laden with the gift of your grace.
In paradisum deducant angeli, in tuo adventu suscipiant te martyres et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem. Chorus angelorum te suscipiat et cum Lazaro, quondam paupere, aeternam habeas requiem.
May angels lead you into paradise, martyrs receive you at your arrival and bring you to the holy city Jerusalem. May the choir of angels receive you and with Lazarus, once a pauper, may you have eternal rest.from the Requiem
People look East. The time is near Of the crowning of the year. Make your house fair as you are able, Trim the hearth and set the table. People look East, today: Love the Guest is on the way. Furrows, be glad. Though earth is bare, One more seed is planted there: Give up your strength the seed to nourish, That in course the flower may flourish. People look East, today: Love the Rose is on the way. Stars, keep the watch. When night is dim One more light the bowl shall brim, Shining beyond the frosty weather, Bright as sun and moon together. People look East, today: Love the Star is on the way. Angels announce to man and beast Him who cometh from the East. Set every peak and valley humming With the Word, the Lord is coming. People look East, today: Love the Lord is on the way.Words: Eleanor Farjeon. Music: Besançon Carol, arranged
Lo, the full, final, Sacrifice On which all figures fix’t their eyes. The ransomed Isaac, and his ram; The Manna, and the Paschal Lamb. Jesu Master, just and true! Our Food, and faithful Shepherd too! O let that love which thus makes thee Mix with our low Mortality, Lift our lean Souls, and set us up Convictors of thine own full cup, Coheirs of Saints. That so all may Drink the same wine; and the same way. Nor change the Pasture, but the Place To feed of Thee in thine own Face. O dear Memorial of that Death Which lives still, and allows us breath! Rich, Royal food! Bountiful Bread! Whose use denies us to the dead! Live ever Bread of loves, and be My life, my soul, my surer self to me. Help Lord, my Faith, my Hope increase; And fill my portion in thy peace. Give love for life; nor let my days Grow, but in new powers to thy name and praise. Rise, Royal Sion! rise and sing Thy soul’s kind shepherd, thy heart’s King. Stretch all thy powers; call if you can Harps of heaven to hands of man. This sovereign subject sits above The best ambition of thy love. Lo the Bread of Life, this day’s Triumphant Text provokes thy praise. The living and life-giving bread, To the great twelve distributed When Life, himself, at point to die Of love, was his own Legacy. O soft self-wounding Pelican! Whose breast weeps Balm for wounded man. All this way bend thy benign flood To’a bleeding Heart that gasps for blood. That blood, whose least drops sovereign be To wash my worlds of sins from me. Come love! Come Lord! and that long day For which I languish, come away. When this dry soul those eyes shall see, And drink the unseal’d source of thee. When Glory’s sun faith’s shades shall chase, And for thy veil give me thy Face. Amen.from Richard Crashaw’s versions of the Hymns of St. Thomas Aquinas, Adoro Te and Lauda Sion Salvatorem.
Riu, riu, chiu La guarda ribera: Dios guardo el lobo De nuestra cordera. El lobo rabioso La quiso morder, Mas Dios poderoso La supo defender; Quisole hazer que No pudiesse pecar, Ni aun original Esta Virgen no tuviera. Este ques naçido Es el gran Monarcha, Christo patriarca De carne vestido; Ha nos redimido Con se hazer chiquito: Aunque era infinito Finito se hiziera. Muchas profecias Lo han profetizado; Y aun en nuestros dias Lo hemos alcançado. A Dios humanado Vemos en el suelo Y al hombre en el cielo Porque el le quisiera. Puer que ya tenemos Lo que deseamos, Todos juntos vamos, Presentes llevemos; Todos le daremos Nuestra voluntad, Pues a se igualar Con el hombre viniera.
'Riu, riu, chiu' cried the shepherds by the riverside.
God kept the wolf [Satan] away from our lamb [the Virgin Mary].
The raging wolf wanted to bite her,
but the more powerful God knew how to protect her.
He wanted to make her incapable of sin,
and this Virgin did not even have original sin.
He who is born is a great King,
Christ the Patriarch clothed in human flesh.
He has redeemd us by making himself a child:
Although he is immortal, he made himself mortal.
Many prophesies have foretold it;
And in our time we have seen it fulfilled.
We see God in human form here on earth,
and man raised to heaven because God loved him.
Since now we have our hearts' desire,
let us all go together bearing gifts;
we shall all submit our will to him,
because he came to make himself equal with man.
Panis angelicus Fit panis hominum; Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum: O res mirabilis! Manducat Dominum Pauper, servus et humilis.
The bread of the angels becomes the bread of man; the bread of heaven is given a bounded form. O wondrous thing! The poor, the slave and the humble man feed on their lord.from the hymn 'Sacris solemniis', by St Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274)
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