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Newton Stewart, Wigtown and Whithorn RC Churches |
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Catholic Churches in the Machars of Galloway |
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“Sequence” (25th May‘08) |
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Sequence (read by alternate sides of the church)
Sion, lift thy voice and sing/ Praise thy Savior and thy King/ Praise with hymns thy Shepherd true/ Dare thy most to praise Him well/ For He doth all praise excel/ None can ever reach His due.
Special theme of praise is thine/ That true living Bread divine/ That life-giving flesh adored/ Which the brethren twelve received/ As most faithfully believed/ At the Supper of the Lord.
Let the be loud and high/ Sweet and tranquil be the joy/ Felt to-day in every breast/ On this festival divine/ Which recounts the origin/ Of the glorious Eucharist.
At this table of the King/ Our new Paschal offering/ Brings to end the olden rite/ Here, for empty shadows fled/ Is reality instead/ Here, instead of darkness, light.
His own act, at supper seated/ Christ ordained to be repeated/ In His memory divine/ Wherefore now, with adoration/ We the Host of our salvation/ Consecrate from bread and wine.
Hear what holy Church maintaineth/ That the bread its substance changeth/ Into Flesh, the wine to Blood/ Doth it pass thy comprehending?/ Faith, the law of sight transcending/ Leaps to things not understood.
Hear in outward signs are hidden/ Priceless things, to sense forbidden/ Signs, not things, are all we see/ Flesh from bread, and Blood from wine/ Yet is Christ, in either sign/ All entire confessed to be.
They too who of Him partake/ Sever not, nor rend, nor break/ But entire their Lord receive/ Whether one or thousands eat/ All receive the selfsame meat/ Nor the less for others leave.
Both the wicked and the good/ Eat of this celestial Food/ But with ends how opposite!/ Here ‘tis life; and there ‘tis death/ The same, yet issuing to each/ In a difference infinite.
Nor a single doubt retain/ When they break the Host in twain/ But that in each part remains/ What was in the whole before/ Since the simple sign alone/ Suffers change in state or form/ The Signified remaining One/ And the Same forevermore.
Lo! Upon the Altar lies,/ Hidden deep from human eyes,/ Angels’ Bread from Paradise/ Made the food of mortal man/ Children’s meat to dogs denied/ In old types foresignified/ In the manna from the skies/ In Isaac, and the Paschal Lamb.
Jesu! Shepherd of the sheep!/ Thy true flock in safety keep/ Living Bread!/ Thy life supply/ Strengthen us, or else we die/ Fill us with celestial grace/ Thou, who feedest us below!/ Source of all we have or know!/ Grant that with Thy Saints above/ Sitting at the Feast of Love/ We may see Thee face to face. Amen. |