Three Hours Devotion Good Friday 10th April 2020 - 12 noon: Stabat Mater - Pergolesi (p.2) - St Bride's ...
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Three Hours Devotion
Good Friday 10th April 2020
12 noon: Stabat Mater – Pergolesi (p.2)
1pm : An Hour at the Cross (p.5)
2pm : The Crucifixion – Stainer (p.10)12 noon: Stabat Mater – Pergolesi
(This service is collated from live recordings made on Good Friday 2016 and 2018)
Soprano: Claire Seaton
Alto: Roderick Morris
Organist: Robert Jones
Soprano and Alto duet
Stabat mater dolorosa The sorrowing mother stood
juxta Crucem lacrimosa, Weeping beside the cross
dum pendebat Filius While her Son hung there.
Soprano Solo
Cujus animam gementem, Her grieving heart
contristatam et dolentem, So full of tears and anguish,
pertransivit gladius. Was pierced as with a sword.
Duet
O quam tristis et afflicta Oh, how sad and afflicted
fuit illa benedicta Was that blessed mother
Mater Unigeniti. Of an only-begotten son.
Alto
Quae moerebat et dolebat, She mourned and grieved and trembled
et tremebat cum videbat As she looked upon the suffering
nati poenas incliti. Of her glorious Son.
2Duet Quis est homo, qui non fleret, What mortal would not weep Matrem Christi si videret Seeing the mother of Christ in tanto supplicio? In such agony? Quis non posset contristari, Who would not feel compassion piam Matrem contemplari At the sight of Christ’s holy mother dolentem cum Filio? Grieving with her Son? Pro peccatis suae gentis She saw Jesus tormented vidit jesum in tormentis And subject to scourging et flagellis subditum. For the sins of his people. Soprano Vidit suum dulcem Natum She watched her sweet Son morientem desolatum Dying forsaken, dum emisit spiritum. As he yielded up his spirit. Alto Eia, Mater, fons amoris O Mother, thou fount of love, me sentire vim doloris Let me feel the force of grief fac, ut tecum lugeam. That I may mourn with thee. Duet Fac, ut ardeat cor meum, Let my heart burn in amando Christum Deum With the love for Christ, my God ut sibi complaceam. That I may be worthy of him. Duet Sancta Mater, istud agas, Holy Mother, grant this: Crucifixi fige plagas, Fix deeply within my heart cordi meo valide. The wounds of the Crucified. Tui Nati vulnerati, Share with me the agony tam dignati pro me pati, Of thy wounded Son poenas mecum divide. Who deigned to suffer so for me, 3
Fac me vere tecum flere, Let me truly weep with thee,
Crucifixo condolere, And feel the agony of the Crucified
donec ego vixero. As long as I live.
Juxta Crucem tecum stare, I long to stand with thee
te libenter sociare Beside the cross
in planctu desidero. And join thee in weeping.
Virgo virginum praeclara, Virgin, pre-eminent among virgins,
mihi iam non sis amara, Do not reproach me.
fac me tecum plangere. Let me weep with thee.
Alto
Fac, ut portem Christi mortem, Let me bear Christ’s death,
passionis fac consortem Let me share in his passion and
et plagas recolere. Recall his suffering.
Fac me plagis vulnerari, Let me be wounded by his wounds,
cruce hac inebriari, Intoxicated by his cross,
ob amorem Filii. For the love of the Son.
Duet
Inflammatus et accensus, Inflamed and burning,
per te, Virgo, sim defensus May I be defended through thee,
in die judicii. O Virgin, on the day of judgement.
Fac me cruce custodiri, Let me be protected by the cross,
morte Christi praemuniri, Fortified by the death of Christ,
confoveri gratia. Cherished by his grace.
Duet
Quando corpus morietur, When my body dies
fac, ut animae donetur Let the glory of paradise
paradisi gloria. Amen. be granted to my soul. Amen.
Translation: St Bride’s 2017
41pm : An Hour at the Cross
(This service is collated from our archive of live service recordings and newly recorded
sermon, prayers and scripture for the appointed day.)
Led by: Revd Canon Dr Alison Joyce
Viola: Mary Cohen
Music: Prelude from suite No 5 in C minor BWV 1011:i – J S Bach
Introduction and Prayer
Opening Hymn
My song is love unknown,
my Saviour’s love to me,
love to the loveless shown,
that they might lovely be.
O who am I,
that for my sake
my Lord should take
frail flesh, and die?
He came from his blest throne,
salvation to bestow:
but men made strange, and none
the longed-for Christ would know.
But O, my Friend,
my Friend indeed,
who at my need
his life did spend!
Sometimes they strew his way,
and his sweet praises sing;
resounding all the day
hosannas to their King.
Then ‘Crucify!’
is all their breath,
and for his death
they thirst and cry.
5Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
he gave the blind their sight.
Sweet injuries!
Yet they at these
themselves displease,
and ’gainst him rise.
They rise, and needs will have
my dear Lord made away;
a murderer they save,
the Prince of Life they slay.
Yet cheerful he
to suffering goes,
that he his foes
from thence might free.
In life no house, no home
my Lord on earth might have;
in death, no friendly tomb,
but what a stranger gave.
What may I say?
Heav’n was his home;
but mine the tomb
wherein he lay.
Here might I stay and sing;
no story so divine;
never was love, dear King,
never was grief like thine!
This is my Friend,
in whose sweet praise
I all my days
could gladly spend.
Tune: Love Unknown by J Ireland 1879-1962
Words: S Crossman 1624-83
Judas
Reading: Matthew 27: 1-14
Silence
Reflection
Prayer
Music: O Sacred head, sore wounded – Hassler
6Pilate Reading: Matthew 27: 15-26 Silence Reflection Music: Sarabande from suite No 5 in C minor BWV 1011:iv – J S Bach Psalm 22: 1-22 You are invited to join in reading the bold verses of the following psalm. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me; Why are you so far from helping me And from the words of my groaning? My God, I cry to you by day, but you do not answer: And by night also I take no rest. But you continue holy: You that are the praise of Israel. In you our fathers trusted: They trusted, and you delivered them; To you they cried, and were saved: They put their trust in you and were not confounded. But as for me, I am a worm and no man: The scorn of men and despised by the people. All they that see me laugh me to scorn: They shoot out their lips at me and wag their heads saying ‘He trusted in the Lord, let him deliver him: Let him deliver him if he delights in him.’ But you are he that took me out of the womb: That brought me to lie at peace on my mother’s breast. On you have I been cast since my birth: You are my God, even from my mother’s womb. O go not from me for trouble is at hand: And there is none to help. Many oxen surround me: Fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side. 7
They gape wide their mouths at me:
Like lions that roar and rend.
I am poured out like water
And all my bones are out of joint:
My heart within my breast is like melting wax.
My mouth is dried up like a pot-sherd:
And my tongue cleaves to my gums.
My hands and my feet are withered:
And you lay me in the dust of death.
For many dogs are come about me:
And a band of evildoers hems me in.
I can count all my bones:
They stand staring and gazing upon me.
They part my garments among them:
And cast lots for my clothing.
O Lord, do not stand far off:
You are my helper, hasten to my aid.
Deliver my body from the sword:
My life from the power of the dogs;
O save me from the lion’s mouth:
And my afflicted soul from the horns of the wild oxen.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me;
Why are you so far from helping me
And from the words of my groaning?
Music: Were you there? – Chilcott
Jesus
Reading: Matthew 27: 27-54
Silence
Reflection
Prayer
8Closing Hymn
When I survey the wondrous Cross,
on which the Prince of glory died,
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
save in the cross of Christ my God;
all the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
See from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down;
did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
spreads o’er his body on the Tree;
then am I dead to all the globe,
and all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.
Tune: Rockingham adapted by E Miller 1731-1807
Words: I Watts 1674-1748
92pm : The Crucifixion – Stainer
(This service is a live recording from Good Friday 2017)
Tenor: Peter Davoren
Bass: Neil Bellingham
Organ: Matthew Morley
Recit: And they came to a place named Gethsemane
The Agony
Processional to Calvary
Recit: And when they were come
Hymn: The Mystery of the Divine Humiliation
Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
where the blood of Christ was shed,
perfect man on thee was tortured,
perfect God on thee has bled.
Here the King of all the ages,
throned in light ere worlds could be,
robed in mortal flesh is dying,
crucified by sin for me.
Evermore for human failure
by his Passion we can plead;
God has borne all mortal anguish
surely he will know our need.
This – all human thought surpassing –
this is earth’s most awful hour,
God has taken mortal weakness!
God has laid aside his power!
From the “Holy, Holy, Holy,
we adore thee, O most high,”
down to earth’s blaspheming voices
and the shout of “Crucify”.
10Cross of Jesus, cross of sorrow,
where the blood of Christ was shed,
perfect man on thee was tortured,
perfect God on thee has bled.
Recit: He made Himself of no reputation
The Majesty of the Divine Humiliation
Recit: And as Moses lifted up the serpent
God so loved the world
Hymn: Litany of the Passion
Holy Jesu, by thy Passion,
by the woes which none can share,
borne in more than kingly fashion,
by thy love beyond compare:
crucified, I turn to thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me.
By the treachery and trial,
by the blows and sore distress,
by desertion and denial,
by thine awful loneliness:
Crucified, I turn to thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me.
By the hour of condemnation,
by the blood which trickled down,
when, for us and our salvation,
thou didst wear the robe and crown:
Crucified, I turn to thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me.
By the Spirit which could render
Love for hate and good for ill,
by the mercy, sweet and tender,
poured upon thy murderers still:
Crucified, I turn to thee,
Son of Mary, plead for me.
Recit: Jesus said, ‘Father forgive them’
Duet: So thou liftest Thy Divine Petition
11Hymn: The Mystery of Intercession
Jesus, the Crucified, pleads for me,
while he is nailed to the shameful tree,
scorned and forsaken, derided and curst,
see how his enemies do their worst!
Yet, in the midst of the torture and shame,
Jesus, the Crucified, breathes my name!
Wonder of wonders, oh! how can it be?
Jesus, the Crucified, pleads for me!
Lord, I have left thee, I have denied,
followed the world in my selfish pride;
Lord, I have joined in the hateful cry,
slay him, away with him, crucify!
Lord, I have done it, oh! ask me not how;
woven the thorns for thy tortured brow:
Yet in his pity so boundless and free,
Jesus, the Crucified, pleads for me!
Jesus is dying, in agony sore,
Jesus is suffering more and more,
Jesus is bowed with the weight of his woe,
Jesus is faint with each bitter throe.
Jesus is bearing it all in my stead,
pity incarnate for me has bled;
wonder of wonders it ever must be
Jesus, the Crucified, pleads for me!
Recit: And one of the malefactors
Hymn: The Adoration of the Crucified
I adore thee, I adore thee!
Glorious ere the world began;
yet more wonderful thou shinest,
though divine, yet still divinest
in thy dying love for man.
I adore thee, I adore thee!
Thankful at thy feet to be;
I have heard thy accent thrilling,
Lo! I come, for thou art willing
me to pardon, even me.
12I adore thee, I adore thee!
Born of woman yet divine:
Stained with sins I kneel before thee,
sweetest Jesu, I implore thee
make me ever only thine.
Recit: When Jesus therefore saw His mother
Recit: Is it nothing to you?
The Appeal of the Crucified
Recit & chorus: After this, Jesus knowing that all things were now accomplished
Hymn: For the Love of Jesus
All for Jesus – all for Jesus,
this our song shall ever be;
for we have no hope, nor Saviour,
if we have not hope in thee.
All for Jesus – thou wilt give us
strength to serve thee, hour by hour;
none can move us from thy presence,
while we trust thy love and power.
All for Jesus – at thine altar
thou wilt give us sweet content;
there, dear Lord, we shall receive thee
in the solemn sacrament.
All for Jesus – thou hast loved us;
all for Jesus – thou hast died;
all for Jesus – thou art with us;
all for Jesus Crucified.
All for Jesus – all for Jesus –
this the church’s song must be;
till, at last, her sons are gathered
one in love and one in thee. Amen.
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