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Services from Advent 2020 - Epiphany 2021

  These services are prepared by Rev Elaine and the people of St Laurence 

Presentation of Christ in the Temple - Epiphany 4

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Third Sunday of Epiphany

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Second Sunday of Epiphany

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Epiphany 1 - Baptism of Christ

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Epiphany

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Fourth Sunday of Advent

There are three hymns and one recorded song, the words of which are below.

   

Additional music: Magnificat, Margaret Rizza

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O come, O come Emmanuel

The Angel Gabriel from heaven came

The Angel Gabriel from heaven came

O come, O come Emmanuel,

And ransom captive Israel,

That mourns in lonely exile here,

Until the Son of God appear.


Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Shall come to thee, O Israel.


O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free

Thine own from Satan's tyranny;

From depths of hell Thy people save,

And give them victory o'er the grave.


O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer

Our spirits by Thine advent here;

Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,

And death's dark shadows put to flight.


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.


O come, O come, Thou Lord of might,

Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,

In ancient times didst give the law

In cloud and majesty and awe.


Latin 13th century trans. John M Neale (1818-1866)

The Angel Gabriel from heaven came

The Angel Gabriel from heaven came

The Angel Gabriel from heaven came

The Angel Gabriel from heaven came,

his wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame;

'All hail', said he, 'thou lowly maiden Mary,

most highly favoured lady.'

Gloria!


'For known a blessèd mother thou shalt be,

all generations laud and honour thee,

thy son shall be Immanuel, by seers foretold;

most highly favoured lady.'

Gloria!


Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head,

'To me be as it pleaseth God', she said,

'My soul shall laud and magnify his holy name':

most highly favoured lady.

Gloria!


Of her, Immanuel, the Christ was born

in Bethlehem, all on a Christmas morn,

and Christian folk throughout the world will ever say,

'Most highly favoured lady.'

Gloria!

Magnificat (My heart feels)

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!

My heart feels 

As if it's going to burst with joy 

In praising God 

My Saviour who sets me free 

Though I'm only 

Unimportant in this world 

A lowly servant 

My God has remembered me 


Can there be anyone in this world 

Happier than I am now? 

He's done such great 

And mighty things 

And all my being sings 

Can there be anyone in this world 

Happier than me? 


Through all time 

His people bless his holy name 

For he is kind 

His promise is always sure 

He will fling 

The thrones of mighty kings away 

Bring down the proud 

And favour the hungry poor 


Words & Music: Andrew Rudd, 

Sung by Jackie Bellfield & Heptagon



Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!

Unnumbered blessings, give my spirit voice;

tender to me the promise of his word;

in God my Saviour shall my heart rejoice.


Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his Name!

Make known his might, the deeds his arm has done;

his mercy sure, from age to age the same;

his holy Name, the Lord, the Mighty One.


Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his might!

Powers and dominions lay their glory by.

Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight,

the hungry fed, the humble lifted high.


Tell out, my soul, the glories of his word!

Firm is his promise, and his mercy sure.

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord

to children's children and for evermore!


Timothy Dudley-Smith (born 1926) from Luke 1.46-55



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Third Sunday of Advent

There are three hymns, the words of which are below.

   

Extra music:

 Additional music: Messiah by Handel 

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On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes

On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry

On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry

announces that the Lord is nigh;

awake and hearken for he brings

glad tidings of the King of kings.



Then cleansed be every heart from sin;

make straight the way for God within;

prepare we in our hearts a home,

where such a mighty guest may come.



For you are our salvation, Lord,

our refuge, and our great reward;

without your grace we waste away,

like flowers that wither and decay.



Stretch out your hand, to heal our sore,

and make us rise to fall no more;

once more upon your people shine,

and fill the world with love divine.



All praise to you, eternal Son, 

whose advent has our freedom won,

whom with the Father we adore,

and Holy Spirit, evermore.



Charles Coffin (1676-1749)

The gracious invitation stands

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes

On Jordan's bank the Baptist's cry

The gracious invitation stands

for any who will come;

the Father runs with open arms

to children heading home—

and all who trudge with weary feet

along life's dusty road

receive at last a welcome chance

to lose their heavy load.


No longer need we clothe our lives

in garments soiled and torn

when Christ gives robes of righteousness

for what was old and worn:

to those bereft of dignity

and yearning to be whole,

forgiveness brings the healing power

which liberates the soul.

  

When all that busy lives produce

is dry futility,

we find in Christ the living source

of full reality;

and if, within our hearts, the truth

is what we long to hear,

the whisper of the Spirit comes

as music to the ear.


Whoever looks for nourishment

will find the table spread:

the finest riches heaven holds,

foretold in wine and bread.

The banquet is for everyone,

the greatest and the least:

for all are called as honoured guests

to come and join the feast!


Martin E Leckebusch (born 1962)

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised long;

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.



He comes the prisoners to release,

In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,

The iron fetters yield.



He comes the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace

To enrich the humble poor.



Our glad hosannas, prince of peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim,

And heaven's eternal arches ring

With thy belovèd name.



Philip Doddridge (1702-1751) 



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Second Sunday of Advent

There are three hymns, the words of which are below.

   

Extra music:

I cannot tell – sung by The Nebblett Family

Contrapunctus 12 from Bach: The Art Of Fugue - Neville Marriner: Academy Of St. Martin In The Fields

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Fill your hearts with joy and gladness

Fill your hearts with joy and gladness

Fill your hearts with joy and gladness

Fill your hearts with joy and gladness,

sing and praise your God and mine!

Great the Lord in love and wisdom,

might and majesty divine!

He who framed the starry heavens

knows and names them as they shine!


Praise the Lord, his people, praise him!

Wounded souls his comfort know;

those who fear him find his mercies,

peace for pain and joy for woe;

humble hearts are high exalted,

human pride and power laid low.


Praise the Lord for times and seasons,

cloud and sunshine, wind and rain;

spring to melt the snows of winter

till the waters flow again;

grass upon the mountain pastures,

golden valleys thick with grain.


Fill your hearts with joy and gladness,

peace and plenty crown your days;

love his laws, declare his judgments,

walk in all his words and ways;

he the Lord and we his children:

praise the Lord, all people, praise!


Timothy Dudley-Smith (b.1926) from Psalm 147

Thy kingdom come!— on bended knee

Fill your hearts with joy and gladness

Fill your hearts with joy and gladness

  Thy kingdom come!— on bended knee

the passing ages pray;

and faithful souls have yearned to see

on earth that kingdom's day.


But the slow watches of the night

not less to God belong;

and for the everlasting right

the silent stars are strong.


And lo, already on the hills

the flags of dawn appear;

gird up your loins, ye prophet souls,

proclaim the day is near:


The day in whose clear-shining light

all wrong shall stand revealed,

when justice shall be throned in might,

and every hurt be healed;


When knowledge, hand in hand with peace,

shall walk the earth abroad:—

the day of perfect righteousness,

the promised day of God.


Frederick Lucian Hosmer (1840-1929)

I cannot tell how he whom angels worship

I cannot tell how he whom angels worship

I cannot tell how he whom angels worship

I cannot tell how he whom angels worship

should stoop to love the peoples of the earth,

or why as shepherd he should seek the wand'rer

with his mysterious promise of new birth.

But this I know, that he was born of Mary,

when Beth'lem's manger was his only home,

and that he lived at Nazareth and laboured,

and so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come.


I cannot tell how silently he suffered,

as with his peace he graced this place of tears,

or how his heart upon the cross was broken,

the crown of pain to three and thirty years.

But this I know, he heals the broken-hearted,

and stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,

and lifts the burden from the heavy laden,

for yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.



I cannot tell how he whom angels worship

I cannot tell how he whom angels worship

I cannot tell how he will win the nations,

how he will claim his earthly heritage,

how satisfy the needs and aspirations

of east and west, of sinner and of sage.

But this I know, all flesh shall see his glory,

and he shall reap the harvest he has sown,

and some glad day his sun shall shine in splendour

when he the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.


I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,

when, at his bidding, ev'ry storm is stilled,

or who can say how great the jubilation

when ev'ry heart with perfect love is filled.

But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,

and myriad, myriad human voices sing,

and earth to heav'n, and heav'n to earth, will answer:

'At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King!'


William Young Fullerton (1857–1932)

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Advent Sunday

There are three hymns, the words of which are below.

  

Closing music: Columcille, by David Fizgerald


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Hark! a herald voice is calling

Lo, he comes with clouds descending

Hark! a herald voice is calling

Hark! a herald voice is calling: 

‘Christ is nigh!’ it seems to say; 

‘Cast away the dreams of darkness, 

O ye children of the day!’ 


Startled at the solemn warning, 

let the earth-bound soul arise; 

Christ, her sun, all sloth dispelling, 

shines upon the morning skies. 


Lo, the Lamb, so long expected, 

comes with pardon down from heav’n; 

let us haste, with tears of sorrow, 

one and all to be forgiv’n.


So when next he comes with glory, 

wrapping all the earth in fear, 

may he then, as our defender, 

on the clouds of heav’n appear. 


Honour, glory, praise and blessing,

to the Father and the Son,  

with the co-eternal Spirit, 

while unending ages run.


Anonymous Latin

Trans. Edward Caswall (1814–1878)

Ye servants of the Lord

Lo, he comes with clouds descending

Hark! a herald voice is calling

Ye servants of the Lord,

Each for his coming wait,

Observant of his heavenly word,

And watchful at his gate.


Let all your lamps be bright,

And trim the golden flame;

Gird up your loins, as in his sight,

For awesome is his name.


Watch: 'tis your Lord's command;

And while we speak he's near;

Mark the first signal of his hand,

And ready all appear.


O happy servant he,

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,

And be with honour crowned.

  

O happy servants they,

In such a posture found!

who share their Saviour’s triumph day

with joy and honour crowned.


Christ shall the banquet spread

With his own royal hand,

And raise each favoured servant's head

Amid the angelic band.


Philip Doddridge (1702-1751)

Lo, he comes with clouds descending

Lo, he comes with clouds descending

Lo, he comes with clouds descending

Lo, he comes with clouds descending,

once for favoured sinners slain;

thousand thousand saints attending

swell the triumph of his train:

alleluia!

Christ appears on earth to reign.


Every eye shall now behold him

robed in dreadful majesty;

we who set at naught and sold him,

pierced and nailed him to the tree,

deeply wailing,

shall the true Messiah see.


Those dear tokens of his passion

still his dazzling body bears;

cause of endless exultation

to his ransomed worshippers:

with what rapture

gaze we on those glorious scars.


Yea, amen, let all adore thee,

high on thine eternal throne;

Saviour, take the power and glory,

claim the kingdom for thine own:

come, Lord Jesus!

everlasting God, come down!


Yea, amen, let all adore thee,

high on thine eternal throne;

Saviour, take the power and glory,

claim the kingdom for thine own:

alleluia!

thou shalt reign, and thou alone.


Charles Wesley (1707-1788), 

Martin Madan (1726-1790), 

John Cennick (1718-1755)


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