With What Great Love (Carey Landry)

Composer: Carey Landry

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Behold the Wood (Dan Schutte)

Refrain

Behold, behold, the wood of the cross,
On which is hung our salvation.
O come, let us adore.

1. Unless a grain of wheat shall fall
upon the ground and die
It shall remain but a single grain,
and not give life

2. And when my hour of glory comes
as all was meant to be
You shall see me lifted up upon a tree.

Composer: Dan Schutte

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It Is A Thing Most Wonderful (setting: John Ireland)

It is a thing most wonderful,
almost too wonderful to be,
that God's own Son should come from heaven,
and die to save a child like me.

And yet I know that it is true:
he chose a poor and humble lot,
and wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died,
for love of those who loved him not.

I sometimes think about the cross,
and shut my eyes, and try to see
the cruel nails and crown of thorns
and Jesus crucified for me.

But even could I see him die,
I could but see a little part
of that great love, which, like a fire,
is always burning in his heart.

And yet I want to love thee, Lord;
O light the flame within my heart,
and I will love thee more and more,
until I see thee as thou art.

Text: William Walsham How (1823-1897)
Music: John Ireland (1879-19620

Our Father, We Have Wandered

Our Father, we have wandered
and hidden from your face,
in foolishness have squandered
your legacy of grace.
But now, in exile dwelling,
we rise with fear and shame,
as distant but compelling,
we hear you call our name.

And now at length discerning
the evil that we do,
behold us Lord, returning
with hope and trust to you.
In haste you come to meet us
and home rejoicing bring.
In gladness there to greet us
with calf and robe and ring.

O Lord of all the living,
both banished and restored,
compassionate, forgiving
and ever caring Lord,
grant now that our transgressing,
our faithlessness may cease.
Stretch out your hand in blessing
in pardon and in peace.

Text: Kevin Nichols (1981)
Tune: PASSION CHORALE 76.76D

Il n'est pas de plus grand amour (Taizé)

See my other blog postings in the "Taizé" series of chants.

Official Taizé Community Website

Wikipedia information on the Taizé Community
- in French
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Durch seine Wunden sind wir geheilt (Taizé)

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Official Taizé Community Website

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Adoramus te Christe (Taizé)

Music: Jacques Berthier (English bio) (French bio)

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Official Taizé Community Website

Wikipedia information on the Taizé Community
- in French
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Stay With Me (Taizé)

Stay with me, remain here with me.
Watch and pray,
watch and pray.

Verses:

1. Stay here and keep watch with me. Watch and pray, watch and pray!
2. Watch and pray not to give way to temptation.
3. The spirit is eager, but the flesh is weak.
4. My heart is nearly broken with sorrow. Remain here with me, stay awake and pray.
5. Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass me by.
6. Father, if this cannot pass me by without my drinking it, your will be done.

See also: the original (German) version: Bleibet hier

See my other blog postings in the "Taizé" series of chants.

Music: Jacques Berthier (English bio) (French bio)

Official Taizé Community Website

Wikipedia information on the Taizé Community
- in French
- in English

Salvator Mundi (Tallis)

Salvator mundi, salva nos;

qui per crucem et sanguinem redemisti nos,

auxiliare nobis, te deprecamur, Deus noster.



Composer: Thomas Tallis (1505-1585)

All for Jesus

All for Jesus, all for Jesus,

this our song shall ever be;

for we have no hope, nor Savior,

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.



Text: W. J. Sparrow Simpson (1887)

Tune: ALL FOR JESUS 87.87

Gwaed y Groes syn codi i fyny (Tune: Bryn Calfaria)

Gwaed y Groes syn codi i fyny

Reiddil yn goncwerwr mawr

Gwaed dy roes sydd yn darostwng

Cewri cedyrn fyrdd i lawr



Gad im deimlo,

Gad im deimlo,

Gad im deimlo

Awel O Galfaria fryn

Awel O Galfaria fryn



Cymer, Iesu, fi fel rydwyf

Fyth ni allaf fod yn well

Dallu di am gwna yn agos,

Fewyllys i yw mynd ymhel



Yn dy glwyfau, yn dy glwyfau, yn dy glwyfau,

Byddain unig fyth yn iach

Byddain unig fyth yn iach



Ymddiried af yn dy allu

Mawr ywr gwaith a wnest erioed;

Ti gest angeu,

Ti gest uffern,

Ti gest Satan dan dy droed



Pen Calfar-ia,

Pen Calfar-ia,

Pen Calfar-ia,

Nac aed hwnw byth om cof

Nac aed hwnw byth om cof





Calvary's blood the weak exalteth

More than conquerors to be,

Calvary's blood the strong abaseth

Myriad hosts to bow to Thee.



O Revive me, O Revive me, O Revive me

With a breeze from Calvary

With a breeze from Calvary



Take me as I am, O Saviour

Better I can never be

Thou alone canst bring me nearer

Self but draws me far from thee



I can never, I can never, I can never

But within Thy wounds be saved.

But within Thy wounds be saved.



Wearied of the desert journey

Which through pain and peril goes

I have failed, alone, to conquer

E'en the meanest of my foes.



But the strongest, But the strongest, But the strongest,

Flies, before Thy glorious Name

Flies, before Thy glorious Name



I will thrust Thy might unmeasured

Great the work that marks Thy way;

Thou hast death, and Thou hast Satan,

Thou hast hell beneath Thy sway;



Hill of Calv'ry! Hill of Calv'ry! Hill of Calv'ry!

I shall praise for evermore.

I shall praise for evermore.

I shall praise for evermore.

O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden (Germany)

O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden,
Voll Schmerz und voller Hohn,
O Haupt, zum Spott gebunden
Mit einer Dornenkron',
O Haupt, sonst schön gezieret
Mit höchster Ehr' und Zier,
Jetzt aber höchst schimpfieret:
Gegrüßet sei'st du mir!

Du edles Angesichte,
Davor sonst schrickt und scheut
Das große Weltgewichte,
Wie bist du so bespeit!
Wie bist du so erbleichet!
Wer hat dein Augenlicht,
Dem sonst kein Licht nicht gleichet,
So schändlich zugericht't?

Die Farbe deiner Wangen,
Der roten Lippen Pracht
Ist hin und ganz vergangen;
Des blassen Todes Macht
Hat alles hingenommen,
Hat alles hingerafft,
Und daher bist du kommen
Von deines Leibes Kraft.

Nun, was du, Herr, erduldet,
Ist alles meine Last;
Ich hab' es selbst verschuldet,
Was du getragen hast.
Schau her, hier steh' ich Armer,
Der Zorn verdienet hat;
Gib mir, o mein Erbarmer,
Den Anblick deiner Gnad'!

Erkenne mich, mein Hüter,
Mein Hirte, nimm mich an!
Von dir, Quell aller Güter,
Ist mir viel Gut's getan.
Dein Mund hat mich gelabet
Mit Milch und süßer Kost;
Dein Geist hat mich begabet
Mit mancher Himmelslust.

Ich will hier bei dir stehen,
Verachte mich doch nicht!
Von dir will ich nicht gehen,
Wenn dir dein Herze bricht;
Wenn dein Haupt wird erblassen
Im letzten Todesstoß,
Alsdann will ich dich fassen
In meinen Arm und Schoß.

Es dient zu meinen Freuden
Und kommt mir herzlich wohl,
Wenn ich in deinem Leiden,
Mein Heil, mich finden soll.
Ach, möcht' ich, o mein Leben,
An deinem Kreuze hier
Mein Leben von mir geben,
Wie wohl geschähe mir!

Ich danke dir von Herzen,
O Jesu, liebster Freund,
Für deines Todes Schmerzen,
Da du's so gut gemeint.
Ach gib, daß ich mich halte
Zu dir und deiner Treu'
Und, wenn ich nun erkalte,
In dir mein Ende sei!

Wenn ich einmal soll scheiden,
So scheide nicht von mir;
Wenn ich den Tod soll leiden,
So tritt du dann herfür;
Wenn mir am allerbängsten
Wird um das Herze sein,
So reiß mich aus den Ängsten
Kraft deiner Angst und Pein!

Erscheine mir zum Schilde,
Zum Trost in meinem Tod,
Und lass mich sehn dein Bilde
In deiner Kreuzesnot!
Da will ich nach dir blicken,
Da will ich glaubensvoll
Dich fest an mein Herz drücken.
Wer so stirbt, der stirbt wohl.

Paraphrase of Salve caput cruentatum, attributed to Arnulf of Leuven (circa 1250) (English bio / German bio)

Words: Paul Gerhardt (1656) (German bio / English bio)
Music: Mein G’müt ist mir verwirret, das macht ein Jungfrau zart by Hans Leo Haßler (1601) (English bio / German bio)

Bleibiet Hier (Taizé)

Bleibet hier und machet mit mir.
Wachet und betet,
wachet und betet.

See also the English version: Stay With Me

See my other blog postings in the "Taizé" series of chants.

Music: Jacques Berthier (English bio) (French bio)

Official Taizé Community Website

Wikipedia information on the Taizé Community
- in French
- in English