Our Morning Offering – 3 July – Feast of Saint Thomas, Apostle of Christ
Saint Thomas, Whom the Saviour Chose
Breviary Hymn For the Feast of St Thomas
By Samuel Scheidt, 1567-1654
Text: Qui luce splendes ordinis
Trans: Benedictines of Saint Cecilia’s Abbey, Ryde, UK
Saint Thomas, whom the Saviour chose
When here on earth, as special friend,
Accept our joyful hymn of praise,
And to our earnest prayer attend.
Your love for Christ made you desire
To die with Him and share His plight.
His love for you gave you a throne
Of glory in His realm of light.
Your tortured love could not believe
The Ten had seen Him, as they said
But you must touch His hands and feet
To prove Him risen from the dead.
And later when you saw Him too
With joy, His mercy you adored,
Acclaiming Him as truly God,
And worshipping your risen Lord.
As you once grew to know our Lord,
Give us more faith, both strong and firm,
And make our love grow deeper yet
For Jesus whom we have not seen.
All glory be to Christ, our Lord,
Who by your prayer will grant us grace,
When we have blindly walked in faith,
To see the glory of His face.
Our Morning Offering – 25 January – Feast of the Conversion of St Paul
Feast of the Conversion of St Paul
Great convert Teacher of the Faith
Who never ceased from preaching Christ,
Saint Paul impart to us your zeal,
That we may reach the joys unseen.
All glory to the Trinity,
Forever honour, sov’reignty,
To God Almighty be all praise,
Beginning and the End of all.
Our Morning Offering – 1 November – The Solemnity of All Saints
For All the Saints
From the Breviary
Evening Prayer I
For all the saints, who from their labours rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blest.
Thou was their Rock, their Fortress and their Might,
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight,
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true light.
O blest communion, fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine,
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day,
The saints triumphant rise in bright array,
The King of glory passes on His way:
Our Morning Offering – 28 October – Feast of Saints Simon and Jude, Apostles and Martyrs
Come, let us worship the Lord, the King of Apostles.
One Joyful Hymn of Praise must Greet
On the Feast of Sts Simon and Jude
From the Breviary
The Benedictines of Saint Cecilia’s Abbey, Ryde, UK
One joyful hymn of praise must greet
Apostles whom we always find
Together in the Gospel’s page,
By faithful love and zeal combined.
To follow Christ in early youth
Was surely Simon’s joy and pride,
Before the Zealot would set forth
To preach His Name both far and wide.
Saint Jude, a kinsman of our Lord,
In heart and mind yet closer still,
Your words remain until this day
With hope and love our souls to fill.
As brothers both in life and death,
A martyr’s crown was your reward,
As shining witnesses to truth
And victims worthy of your Lord.
O gleaming stars in heaven’s light
Help us to tread our thorny way,
That with our faith alert and strong
We may attain to glory’s day.
Be praised the Father evermore,
The Holy Spirit and the Son,
May we rejoice before God’s throne
Eternally when life is done.
Our Morning Offering – 18 October – The Feast of St Luke,
Holy and Learned, Great Saint Luke
Prayer/Hymn in Honour of St Luke
Morning Prayer from the Breviary
Holy and learned, great Saint Luke, we praise you,
Closely you followed in the steps of Jesus,
As supreme witness to his life and teaching
Shedding your life-blood.
Under the guidance of the Holy Spirit,
You left in writing, for all time to study
Stories unrivalled for their depth and beauty,
Christ’s love revealing.
Yours are the records which we read with pleasure
Of the beginning of the Church so fervent,
Under the impulse of the true and living
Spirit of Jesus.
Paul’s earnest helper, sharer in his travels,
Zealous as he was, with a heart as loving,
Make our souls also steadfast and devoted
To the Lord Jesus.
Tender physician, use your gift of healing,
Comfort our weakness with a faith unswerving,
So that rejoicing we may praise forever
God the Almighty.
Our Morning Offering – 26 September – Thursday of the Twenty Fifth week in Ordinary Time, Year C and The Memorial of Saints Cosmas and Damian (Died c 286) Martyrs
Lord, God, Your Light which Dims the Stars
By the Benedictine Nuns of Stanbrook Abbey
Lord, God, Your light
which dims the stars
Awakes all things,
And all that springs to life in You
Your glory sings.
Your peaceful presence,
And fallen men may rise again
On wings of prayer.
You are the God whose mercy rests
On all You made.
You gave us Christ,
whose love through death
Our ransom paid.
We praise You, Father, with Your Son
And Spirit blest,
In whom creation lives and moves,
And finds its rest.
Our Morning Offering – 24 September – Tuesday of the Twenty Fifth week in Ordinary Time, Year C
The Day is Filled with Splendour
Benedictine Nuns of Stanbrook Abbey (First Published in 1616)
The day is filled with splendour
when God brings light from light,
and all renewed creation
rejoices in His sight.
The Father gives His children
the wonder of the world
in which His power and glory
like banners are unfurled
With every living creature,
awaking with the day,
we turn to God our Father,
lift up our hearts and pray.
O Father, Son and Spirit,
your grace and mercy send,
that we may live to praise you
today and to the end.
Our Morning Offering – 14 April – Palm Sunday, Year C
My Song is Love Unknown
Breviary Hymn for Passion Sunday
By Samuel Crossman (1623-1648)
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.
Why, 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.
Our Morning Offering – 14 September – Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross
O Cross of Christ
By St Flavian Bishop (Died 449 – Memorial 18 February), from Day’s Psalter 1562
O Cross of Christ, immortal tree
On which our Saviour died,
The world is sheltered by your arms
That bore the Crucified.
From bitter death and barren wood
the tree of life is made;
Its branches bear unfailing fruit
And leaves that never fade.
O faithful Cross, you stand unmoved
While ages run their course;
Foundation of the universe,
Creation’s minding force.
Give glory to the risen Christ
And to His Cross give praise,
The sign of God’s unfailing love,
The hope of all our days.
Our Morning Offering – 29 August – The Memorial of the Beheading of St John the Baptist
Stanbrook Abbey Hymnal
God called great prophets to foretell
the coming of His Son.
The greatest, called before his birth,
was John, the chosen one.
His life was filled with joy and hope;
he knew he must decrease,
and that we must prepare a place
where Jesus may increase.
John searched in solitude for Christ
and knew Him when He came.
He showed the world the Lamb of God
and hailed Him in our name.
That lonely voice cried out the truth
Derided and denied.
As witness to the law of God
His mighty martyr died.
We praise You, Trinity in One,
the light of unknown ways,
the hope of all who search for You
whose love fills all our days.
Our Morning Offering – 6 August – Feast of the Transfiguration of the Lord
Breviary Lauds Hymn
Feast of the Transfiguration
More ancient than the primal world
And older than the morning star,
Before the first things took their shape,
Creator of them all, You are.
Your image is the Lord of life,
Your Son from all eternity,
All that must perish, He restores,
In Him, all reconciled will be.
Transfigured Christ, believed and loved,
In You our only hope has been.
Grant us, in Your unfathomed love,
Those things no eye has ever seen.
O Father, Son and Spirit blest,
With hearts transfigured by Your grace,
May we Your matchless splendour praise
And see the glory of Your face.
Our Morning Offering – 8 January – The Baptism of the Lord
God in flesh made manifest
By Christopher Wordsworth (1807-1885)
(nephew of the great lake-poet, William Wordsworth)
Songs of thankfulness and praise,
Jesus, Lord, to You we raise,
manifested by the star
to the sages from afar;
branch of royal David’s stem,
in Your birth at Bethlehem.
Manifest at Jordan’s stream,
Prophet, Priest and King supreme;
and at Cana, wedding guest,
in Your Godhead manifest,
You revealed Your power divine,
changing water into wine.
Manifest in making whole
weakened body, fainting soul;
manifest in valiant fight,
quelling all the devil’s might;
manifest in gracious will,
ever bringing good from ill.
Anthems be to Thee addressed.
God in man made manifest.
Our Morning Offering – 17 November – St Elizabeth of Hungary (1207-1231)
Blest are the Pure in Heart” – From the Breviary
(A perfect hymn/prayer for the Feast of St Elizabeth of Hungary)
Blest are the pure in heart,
for they shall see our God,
the secret of the Lord is theirs,
their soul is Christ’s abode.
The Lord, who left the heavens,
our life and peace to bring,
to dwell in lowliness with men,
their pattern and their King.
Still to the lowly soul,
He does Himself impart
and for His dwelling and His throne,
chooses the pure in heart.
Lord, we Thy presence seek,
May ours this blessing be:
give us a pure and lowly heart,
a temple fit for Thee
Morning Hymn/Prayer from the Divine Office – 2 October – The Memorial of the Holy Guardian Angels
They come, God’s messengers of love,
they come from realms of peace above,
from homes of never-fading light,
from blissful mansions ever bright.
They come to watch around us here,
to soothe our sorrow, calm our fear.
Ye heavenly guides, speed not away,
God willeth you with us to stay.
But chiefly at its journey’s end
“tis yours the spirit to befriends
and whisper to the willing heart,
“o Christian soul, in peace depart.”
To us the zeal of angels give,
with love to serve thee while we live.
To us an Angel-guard supply,
when on the bed of death we lie.