Archive for the ‘Eucharist 1800s’ Category

O, Most Merciful!   1 comment

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Above:  St. James Episcopal Church, Clayton, Georgia, January 29, 2017

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text by Reginald Heber (1783-1826)

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

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O, most merciful!

O, most bountiful!

God the Father Almighty

By the Redeemer’s

Sweet intercession

Hear us, help us when we cry.

How Blest Thy First Disciples, Lord   1 comment

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Above:  All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Atlanta, Georgia, May 8, 2016

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Text (1890) by Theodore Claudius Pease (1853-1893)

Source #1 = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904), National Council of Congregational Churches in the United States

Source #2 = The Christian Ministry:  Its Present Claim and Attraction and Other Writings (1894)

The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904) contains five of the seven stanzas; The Christian Ministry (1894) offers the complete text.

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How blest Thy first disciples, Lord,

Whom Thou didst choose to walk with thee,

Who daily met around Thy board,

And made Thy home and family!

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How blest, when throng and press were gone,

And weary day herself had fled,

From all the noisy world withdrawn,

Alone with Thee to break the bread!

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Has the long day its burden brought?

Are heavy hearts in sorrow bound?

What sweet relief in kindly thought;

What sympathy with Thee is found!

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For every care Thou hast an ear;

Thou knowest all their changing moods:

What stirs the timid Philip’s fears,–

Why thoughtful Thomas sadly broods.

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Ah, who would such a meeting miss?

What strength is here to nerve the will!

How fair a home for hearts is this!

Who would not long to find it still?

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And is the vision vain as sweet?

Nay, Lord, Thy table still is spread;

And ever where disciples meet,

Thy blessed hands still break the bread.

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We see Thee not; yet when we turn,

These moments melt in memory,

And all our hearts within us burn,

For we have met and talked with Thee.

Before Us, Lord, Thy Board is Spread   1 comment

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Above:  St. Timothy’s Episcopal Church, Calhoun, Georgia, July 10, 2016

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Christian Ministry:  Its Present Claim and Attraction and Other Writings (1894)

Text (1890) by Theodore Claudius Pease (1853-1893)

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Before us, Lord, Thy board is spread,

Thy love’s unchanging token:

We share the cup, we take the bread,

Thy body bruised and broken:

And at Thy table, met with Thee,

Thy word, “In memory of Me,”

Once more to us is spoken!

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No lengthening years of mist and gloom

Have power to change or bound Thee:

To-day, as in the upper room

Thy first disciples found Thee,

O let Thy Presence still our fears,

Remove our doubts, and dry our tears,

While here we gather round Thee!

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We come, our hearts anew to yield

To Thee for Thy possessing:

We come, with lips but now unsealed,

A new-found love confessing:

Grant us, O Lord, Thy promised grace,

Reveal to each Thy loving Face,

And breathe on all Thy blessing!

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Thou knowest all our varied need,

Our gladness and our grieving:

What joys allure, what hopes mislead,

With false lights still deceiving:

With Thee we leave our troubled past,

With Thee our future, dim and vast,–

All things from Thee receiving.

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While here we hold communion sweet,

The dear, remembered faces

Of friends unseen, again we meet

In their familiar places:

For one with Thee is one with all

Who hear Thy voice and own Thy call,

Throughout the starry spaces!

The Sacrifice of Praise/For the Beauty of the Earth   1 comment

Church of the Advent, Madison, GA

Above:  Episcopal Church of the Advent, Madison, Georgia, December 6, 2015

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = Lyra Eucharistica:  Hymns and Verses on the Holy Communion, Ancient and Modern; with Other Poems, Second Edition, by Orby Shipley, M.A. (1864), pages 340-342

Text (1864) by Folliot Sandford Pierpoint (1835-1917)

The original version of this Anglican Eucharistic hymn follows.  Most versions of the text are abbreviated and rewritten, dropping the references to Mary, the martyrs, prophets, and confessors.  Even the version of it in four Roman Catholic hymnals (Worship II, 1975; Worship III, 1986; Gather Comprehensive, 1994; and Gather Comprehensive, Second Edition, 2004) I consulted is altered and abbreviated (albeit longer than in most Protestant hymnals), minus Mary, the martyrs, prophets, and martyrs.

The original name of the hymn was “The Sacrifice of Praise.”

These days the standard refrain has changed from

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise

to

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This our hymn of grateful praise.

A slightly modified version of the hymn, one nearly identical to Pierpoint’s original, appears in The English Hymnal (1906), of The Church of England.

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For the beauty of the earth,

For the beauty of the skies,

For the Love which from our birth

Over and around us lies:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

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For the beauty of each hour

Of the day and of the night,

Hill and vale, and tree and flower,

Sun and moon and stars of light;

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

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For the joy of ear and eye,

For the heart and brain’s delight,

For the mystic harmony

linking sense to sound and sight:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

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For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child,

Friends on earth, and friends above;

For all gentle thoughts and mild:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

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For each perfect Gift of Thine

To our race so freely given,

Graces human and divine,

Flowers of earth, and buds of Heaven:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

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For Thy Bride that evermore

Lifteth holy hands above,

Offering up on every shore

This Pure Sacrifice of Love:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

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For Thy Martyrs’ crown of light,

For Thy Prophets’ eagle eye,

For Thy bold Confessors’ might,

For the lips of Infancy:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This our Sacrifice of Praise.

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For Thy Virgins’ robes of snow,

For Thy Maiden Mother mild,

For Thyself, with hearts aglow,

Jesu, Victim undefiled,

Offer we at Thine own Shrine

Thyself, sweet Sacrament Divine.

The Savior Kindly Calls   1 comment

St. Catherine's Church

Above:  St. Catherine’s Episcopal Church, Marietta, Georgia, May 17, 2015

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Lutheran Hymnal (1941), Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America

Words (1826) by Henry Ustick Onderdonk (1789-1858), after Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

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1.  The Savior kindly calls

Our children to His breast;

He folds them in His gracious arms,

Himself declares them blest.

2.  “Let them approach,” He cries,

“Nor scorning humble claim;

The heirs of heav’n are such as these,

For such as these I came.”

3.  With joy we bring them, Lord,

Devoting them to Thee,

Imploring that, as we are Thine,

Thine may our offspring be.

Thy Table I Approach   1 comment

Church of the Ascension May 13, 2015

Above:  Episcopal Church of the Ascension, Cartersville, Georgia, May 13, 2015

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal (1880), Evangelical Lutheran Joint Synod of Ohio and Other States (1818-1930)

(The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, contains an altered translation.)

Original German Words (1673) by Gerhard Walther Molanus (1633-1722)

English Translation (1880) by Matthias Loy (1828-1915)

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1.  Thy table I approach,

Dear Savior, hear my pray’r,

O let no unrepented sin

Prove hurtful to me there.

2.  Lo, I confess my sins,

And mourn their wretched bands:

A contrite heart is ever wont

To find grace at Thy hands.

3.  Thy body and Thy blood,

Once slain and shed for me,

Are taken at Thy table here–

O wondrous mystery!

4.  Here I with mouth and soul,

Incomprehensibly,

Shall eat the precious flesh of Christ

In blest reality.

5.  Search not how this takes place,

Nor whether it can be;

God can accomplish vastly more

Than seemeth plain to thee.

6.  Vouchsafe, O blessed Lord,

That earth and hell combined,

May ne’er about this Sacrament

A doubt raise in my mind.

7.  And may I never fail,

To thank Thee day and night,

For Thy true body and true blood,

O God, my peace and light.

I Come To Thee, O Blessed Lord   2 comments

St. Clare's, Blairsville

Above:  St. Clare’s Episcopal Church, February 16, 2014

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Lutheran Hymnary (1935), Norwegian Lutheran Church of America

Original Norwegian Words (1861) by Magnus Brostrup Landstad (1802-1880)

English Translation (1910) by Carl Doving (1867-1937)

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1.  I come to Thee, O blessed Lord,

Invited by Thy gracious word

To this Thy feast, to sup with Thee,

Grant that a worthy guest I be.

2.  I come to Thee with sin and grief,

For Thou alone canst give relief,

Thy death for me, dear Lord, I plead:

O Jesus, help me in my need!

3.  Shouldst Thou a strict account demand,

Who could, O Lord, before Thee stand?

Purge all my secret sins away:

Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner’s stay!

4.  O Jesus, Lamb of God, alone,

Who didst for all our sins atone,

Though I have sinned and gone astray,

Turn not, O Lord, Thy guest away!

5.  O Jesus, Lamb of God alone,

Who didst for our sins atone,

Be merciful, I Thee implore,

Have mercy, Lord, for evermore!