A Meditation with Words and Music for Good Friday April 7, 2023 - 7:30 p.m - Music Performed by Ave

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A Meditation with Words and Music for Good Friday
              April 7, 2023 – 7:30 p.m.

            Music Performed by Ave
Introit
Te Lucis Ante Terminum                                         Thomas Tallis (c. 1505-1585)
(sung in Latin)
Before the ending of the day, creator of the world, we pray
That with Thy wonted favour Thou wouldst be our guard and keeper now.

From all ill dreams defend our eyes from nightly fears and fantasies;
Tread under foot our ghostly foe that no pollution we may know.

O Father, that we ask be done through Jesus Christ, thine only Son,

Who with the Holy Ghost and Thee dost live and reign eternally. (trans. J. M. Neale)

                         From the Gospel according to Luke 23:48-56
                   Jesus’s friends had all been standing at a distance;
                 the women who had accompianied him from Galilee
              stood with them and watched Jesus’ crucifixion and death.
                           Now there was a man named Joseph,
                 a member of the Sanhedrin, a good and upright man,
         who had dissented from their policy and the action they had taken.
                    He came from the Judaean town of Arimathaea,
             and he was one who looked forward to the kingdom of God.
          This man now approached Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus.
             Taking it down from the cross, he wrapped it in a linen sheet,
                        and laid it in a tomb cut out of the rock,
                          in which no one had been laid before.
          It was the day of preparation, and the sabbath was about to begin.
           The women who had accompanied Jesus from Galilee followed;
                 they took note of the tomb and saw his body laid in it.
              Then they went home and prepared spices and perfumes;
         and on the sabbath they rested in obedience to the commandment.

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A Bidding Prayer
At this hour, our Saviour lies in a borrowed tomb.
A stone has been rolled across it.
Evening has fallen over the garden where he is buried,
and over the city of Jerusalem; and a great darkness covers the earth.
In still quietness let us reflect on the events of this long day
and commend ourselves and the world which Christ came to save
to your care and keeping, O God of compassion.
To the sick and dying, bring your comfort and release.
To those in Ukraine, preserve their resolve and clothe them with courage.
And to the city of Asheville, strengthen the bonds connecting us
to each other and inspire us to work for the good of all.
Finally, we pray for those who have departed this life
to be with you in the fulness of life;
bind us to them while we live, and join us together in the life to come.
And now, as our Saviour had once taught us, we pray
Our Father, who art in heaven,
			 hallowed be thy Name,
			 thy kingdom come,
			 thy will be done,
     		 on earth as it is in heaven.
		 Give us this day our daily bread,
		 And forgive us our trespasses,
			 as we forgive those who trespass against us.
		 And lead us not into temptation,
		        but deliver us from evil.
		 For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory,
		        for ever and ever. Amen.

And may the love of God shepherd us;
The wisdom of Christ enlighten us:
And the working of the Holy Spirit quicken us. Amen.

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Peccantem me Quotidie                                         Cristóbal de Morales (c. 1500-1553)
                                          (sung in Latin)
Transgressing every day I sin, and yet show no repentance; fear of dying upon me falls.
For in hell is none that can redeem my soul, O Lord.
Show thy mercy on me, O Lord, and save my soul.

To Christ, Crucified (Soneto a Cristo, crucificado)
                      (Anonymous, but often attributed to St. Teresa of Ávila)

I am not moved to love you, Lord,
Because you promised Paradise;
And even Hell so dark and void
Cannot keep me from offending you.
No, it is you, O God, who move me;
You, despised and fastened to your cross;
Your bloodied body and your death:
These are the things that move me.
But it is your love that moves me most;
Even if there were no Heaven, I should love you still,
And I should fear you, even if there were no Hell.
For there is nothing that can make me love you;
And if all I’ve hoped for prove in vain,
I should still love you, come loss, come gain.

In Jejunio et Fletu                                                   Thomas Tallis (c. 1505-1585)
                                          (sung in Latin)
In fasting and weeping the priests prayed:
Spare, O Lord, spare thy people, and give not thine inheritance to perdition.
Between the porch and the altar the priests wept, saying: Spare thy people.

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A Sequence for Good Friday Evening

The women anoint you, witness where you were laid.
A shroud shelters you. Ointments perfume your body.
A stone seals you to darkness and to death.

You lie on stone in the tomb,
Your contest of life with death now won.
Evening falls, the sorrowing world drops slow tears;
Sun and moon refuse to shine.

They put you in a garden.
In the first garden our journey away from you began.
In this garden wheat grows, vine shoots rise.
You draw us home again.

Your sun shall rise, and darkness flee away;
Sin is cancelled, evil cowers in the darkness.
The dawn of new life cannot be stopped.
It comes with healing on its wings.

Amicus Meus (Psalm 25:5-6)                               Tomás Luis de Victoria (1548-1611)

                                       (sung in Latin)

The sign by which my friend betrayed me was a kiss. He whom I kiss, that is he;
   hold him fast.
He who committed murder by a kiss gave this wicked sign.
The unhappy wretch repaid the price of blood and in the end hanged himself.
It had been better for that man if he had never been born.
The unhappy wretch repaid the price of blood and in the end hanged himself.

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“For My Brother – Missing in Action” (1943)                                   Thomas Merton
  Sweet brother, if I do not sleep
  My eyes are flowers for your tomb;
  And if I cannot eat my bread,
  My fasts shall live like willows where you died.
  If in the heat I find no water for my thirst,
  My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveller.
  Where, in what desolate and smokey country,
  Lies your poor body, lost and dead?
  And in what landscape of disaster
  Has your unhappy spirit lost its road?
  Come, in my labor find a resting place
  And in my sorrows lay your head,
  Or rather take my life and blood
  And buy yourself a better bed
  —Or take my breath and take my death
  And buy yourself a better rest.
  When all the men of war are shot
  And flags have fallen into dust,
  Your cross and mine shall tell men still
  Christ died on each, for both of us.
  For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain,
  And Christ weeps in the ruins of my spring:
  The money of Whose tears shall fall
  Into your weak and friendless hand,
  And buy you back to your own land:
  The silence of Whose tears shall fall
  Like bells upon your alien tomb.
  Hear them and come: they call you home.

Tenebrae Factae Sunt                                      Marc’Antonio Ingegneri (c. 1535-1592)
                                        (sung in Latin)

There was darkness when the people crucified Jesus, and about the ninth hour Jesus
cried with a loud voice, “My God, why have you forsaken me?” With a loud voice, he
said, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” And he bowed his head and gave
up his spirit.

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Christ for us became obedient unto death, even death on a cross; therefore God has
highly exalted him and bestowed on him the Name which is above every name,

 The Cross is the Abyss of Wonders, the Centre of Desires, the Schole of Virtues, the
Hous of Wisdom, the Throne of Love, the Theatre of Joys, and the Place of Sorrows; It is
                   the Root of happiness, and the Gate of Heaven.

The Cross of Christ is the Jacobs ladder by which we Ascend into the Highest Heavens.
That Cross is a Tree set on fire with invisible flame, that Illuminateth all the World. The
 Flame is Lov. The Lov in His Bosom who died on it. For He that Suffered on it, was the
Son of GOD as you are: tho He seemed a Mortal Man. He had Acquaintance and Rela-
tions as you have, but He was a Lover of Men and Angels. Was He not the Son of GOD
 and Heir of the Whole World? To this poor Bleeding Naked Man did all the Corn and
Wine and Oyl, and Gold and Silver in the World minister in an Invisible Maner, even as
                    He was exposed lying and dying upon the Cross.

			                      (Thomas Traherne. First Century, sections 58 & 60. Centuries of Meditations)

Christ for us became obedient unto death, even death on a cross; therefore God has
 highly exalted him and bestowed on him the Name which is above every name.

Christus Factus Est							 Gradual, now used following
								the second reading on Palm Sunday;
											 plainchant.

                         Collect for Holy Saturday (spoken together)

 O God, Creator of heaven and earth: Grant that, as the crucified body of your dear
Son was laid in the tomb and rested on the holy Sabbath, so we may await with him
the coming of the third day, and rise with him to newness of life; who now lives and
          reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.

                          The congregation departs the cathedral in silence.
ASHEVILLE VOCAL ENSEMBLE (AVE)
     Pamela Miller
     Nana Hosmer Griffin
     Virginia DeMoss
     Jeff Konz
     Roberto Flores

 The Asheville Vocal Ensemble (AVE), formerly known as Pastyme, is a group of musicians who had
 been singing together in several Asheville ensembles before forming a partnership in 1999. The
 members of AVE are all active in the music community of Asheville, singing with church choirs,
 the opera, and musical theatre. As Pastyme, the group performed at numerous venues and church-
 es in the Southeast, including the Piccolo Spoleto Festival in Charleston, SC, the Cathedral of St.
 Philip, Atlanta, the Echo Early Music Festival, Imagine-A Community Concert at Diana Wortham
 Theater, the Biltmore Estate and the FEI World Equestrian Games, Tryon, N.C. The group has no
 director; instead, all contribute to the selection, artistic interpretation, and development of each
 piece. Although our roots are in the sacred and secular music of the High Renaissance, reflected
 in our original name, AVE performs a cappella music from a wide variety of literature for concerts,
 services, and special events. AVE may be contacted at ashevillevocalensemble@gmail.com, or on
 the web at ashevillevocalensemble.com.

           Cover Art: The Dead Christ with Angels. 1864. Édouard Manet

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                                                           The Very Reverend Sarah Hurlbert | Dean
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