Love is his word

Cresswell

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1. Love is his word, love is his way,
2. Love is his way, love is his mark,
3. Love is his mark, love is his sign,
4. Love is his sign, love is his news,
5. Love is his news, love is his name,
6. Love is his name, love is his law.
7. Love is his law, love is his word:

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feast ing with kin, fast ing a lone,
shar ing his last Pass ov er feast,
bread for our strength, wine for our joy,
'do this,' he said, 'lest you for get
we are his own, cho sen and called,
Hear his com mand, all who are his:
love of the Lord, Fa ther and Word,

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liv ing and dy ing, ris ing a gain,
Christ at the ta ble, host to the Twelve,
'this is my bo dy, this is my blood,'
all my deep sor row, all my dear blood,'
fam i ly, breth ren, cous ins and kin.
'Love one a noth er, I have loved you.'
love of the Spi rit, God ev er one,

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love, on ly love, is his way.
love, on ly love, is his mark.
love, on ly love, is his sign.
love, on ly love, is his news.
Love, on ly love, is his name.
Love, on ly love, is his law.
love, on ly love, is his word.

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Rich er than gold is the love of my Lord: bet ter than splen dour and wealth.
 Love is his word

1. Love is his word, love is his way,

feasting with kin, fasting alone,
living and dying, rising again,
Love, only love, is his way.

Richer than gold is the love of my Lord:

better than splendour and wealth.

2. Love is his way, love is his mark,

sharing his last Passover feast,
Christ at the table, host to the Twelve,
Love, only love, is his mark.

3. Love is his mark, love is his sign,

bread for our strength, wine for our joy,
‘This is my body, this is my blood,’
Love, only love, is his sign.

4. Love is his sign, love is his news,

‘Do this,’ he said, ‘lest you forget
all my deep sorrow, all my dear blood,’
love, only love, is his news.

5. Love is his news, love is his name,

we are his own, chosen and called,
family, brethren, cousins and kin.
Love, only love, is his name.

6. Love is his name, love is his law.

Hear his command, all who are his:
"Love one another, I have loved you."
Love, only love, is his law.

7. Love is his law, love is his word:

love of the Lord, Father and Word,
love of the Spirit, God ever one.
Love, only love, is his word.
 Maundy Thursday: Responsorial Psalm

Tone: Ilsley 1 (Four Line)

4 Line __________________________________________________________________________________

2 Line _____________________ ____________________

Psalm 115(116):12-13,15-18
℟. The blessing-cúp that we bless
is a communion with the blood of Christ.

How can I repay the Lord

for his góodness to me?
The cup of salvation I will raise;
I will call on the Lord’s name. ℟.

O precious in the éyes of the Lord

is the déath of his faithful.
Your servant, Lord, your sérvant am I;
you have lóosened my bonds. ℟.

A thanksgiving sacrifice I make;

I will call on the Lord’s name.
My vows to the Lord I will fulfil
befóre all his people. ℟.
 Maundy Thursday: Gospel Acclamation

Two Line: ____________________ ____________________

I give you a new commandment:

Love one another just as I have loved you, says the Lord.
 Ubi Caritas Refrain
Taize

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U bi ca ri tas et a mor,

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U bi ca ri tas De us i bi est.
 The Servant King
Servant King

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1. From heaven you came, help less babe, en tered our world, your
2. There in the gar den of tears my hea vy load he
3. Come see his hands and his feet, the scars that speak of
4. So let us learn how to serve and in our lives en

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glo ry veiled, not to be served but to serve,
chose to bear; his heart with sor row was torn,
sac ri fice, hands that flung stars in to space
trone him, each oth er's needs to pre fer,

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and give your life that we might live. This is our God, the Ser vant
'yet not my will but yours,' he said.
to cru el nails sur ren dered.
for it is Christ we're serv ing.

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King, he calls us now to fol low him, to bring our lives as a dai ly of fer

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ing of wor ship to the Ser vant King
 The Servant King

1. From heaven you came helpless babe

Entered our world, your glory veiled
Not to be served but to serve
And give Your life that we might live

This is our God, The Servant King

He calls us now to follow Him
To bring our lives as a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King

2. There in the garden of tears

My heavy load he chose to bear
His heart with sorrow was torn
'Yet not My will but Yours,' He said

3. Come see His hands and His feet

The scars that speak of sacrifice
Hands that flung stars into space
To cruel nails surrendered

4. So let us learn how to serve

And in our lives enthrone Him
Each other's needs to prefer
For it is Christ we're serving
 Godhead Here In Hiding
Adoro Te

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1.God head here in hi ding, whom I do a dore,
2.See ing, touch ing, ta sting are in thee de ceived;
3.On the cross thy God head made no sign to men;
4.I am not like Tho mas, wounds I can not see,

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5.O thou our re min der of Christ cru ci fied,

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6.Je su, whom I look at shrou ded here be low,

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masked by these bare sha dows, shape and no thing more,

how, says trus ty hea ring, that shall be be lieved;
here the ve ry man hood steals from hu man ken;
but can plain ly call thee Lord and God as he;

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li ving Bread, the life of us for whom he died,

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I be seech thee send me what I long for so,
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see, Lord, at thy ser vice low lies here a heart

What God's Son hath told me, take for truth I do;
both are my con fes sion, both are my be lief;
this faith each day dee per be my hol ding of,

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lend this life to me then, feed and feast my mind,

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some day to gaze on thee face to face in light

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lost, all lost in won der at the God thou art.

truth him self speaks tru ly, or there's no thing true.
and I pray the prayer of the dy ing thief.
dai ly make me har der hope and dear er love.
there be thou the sweet ness man was meant to find.
and be blest for e ver with thy glo ry's sight.
 Godhead here in hiding

1. Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,

Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart
Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.

2. Seeing, touching, tasting are in thee deceived;

How says trusty hearing? That shall be believed;
What God's Son has told me, take for truth I do;
Truth himself speaks truly, or there's nothing true.

3. On the cross thy Godhead made no sign to men;

Here thy very manhood steals from human ken;
Both are my confession, both are my belief;
And I pray the prayer of the dying thief.

4. I am not like Thomas, wounds I cannot see,

But can plainly call thee Lord and God as he;
This faith each day deeper be my holding of,
Daily make me harder hope and dearer love.

5. O thou our reminder of Christ crucified,

Living Bread, the life of us for whom he died,
Lend this life to me, then; feed and feast my mind,
There be thou the sweetness man was meant to find.

6. Jesu, whom I look at shrouded here below,

I beseech thee send me what I long for so,
Some day to gaze on thee face to face in light
And be blest forever with thy glory's sight.
 Sweet sacrament divine
Divine Mysteries

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1. Sweet sac ra ment di vine, hid in thy earth ly home, lo!
2. Sweet sac ra ment of peace, dear home of ev ery heart, where

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3. Sweet sac ra ment of rest, Ark from the o cean's roar, with

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4. Sweet sac ra ment di vine, earth's light and ju bi lee, in

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round thy low ly shrine, with sup pliant hearts we come; Je

rest less yearn ings cease, and sor rows all de part, there

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in thy shel ter blest soon may we reach the shore, save

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thy far depths doth shine thy God head's ma jes ty; sweet

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sus, to thee our voice we raise, in songs of love and heart felt praise, sweet
in thine ear all trust ful ly we tell our tale of mi se ry, sweet

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us, for still the tem pest raves; save, lest we sink be neath the waves, sweet

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light, so shine on us, we pray, that earth ly joys may fade a way, sweet

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sac ra ment di vine, sweet sac ra ment di vine.

sac ra ment of peace, sweet sac ra ment of peace.
sac ra ment of rest, sweet sac ra ment of rest.
sac ra ment di vine, sweet sac ra ment di vine.
 Sweet sacrament divine

1. Sweet sacrament divine,

hid in thine earthly home,
lo, round thy lowly shrine,
with suppliant hearts we come;
Jesus, to thee our voice we raise
in songs of love and heartfelt praise:
sweet sacrament divine, sweet sacrament divine.

2. Sweet sacrament of peace,

dear home for every heart,
where restless yearnings cease
and sorrows all depart;
there in thine ear all trustfully
we tell our tale of misery,
sweet sacrament of peace, sweet sacrament of peace.

3. Sweet sacrament of rest,

Ark from the ocean's roar,
within thy shelter blest
soon may we reach the shore;
save us, for still the tempest raves,
save, lest we sink beneath the waves,
sweet sacrament of rest, sweet sacrament of rest.

4. Sweet sacrament divine,

earth's light and jubilee,
in thy far depths doth shine
thy Godhead's majesty;
sweet light, so shine on us, we pray,
that earthly joys may fade away,
sweet sacrament divine, sweet sacrament divine.
 Of the glorious body telling (4 Verses)
Pange Lingua Plainchant

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1. Of the glor i ous bo dy tell ing,
2. Given for us, for us des cend ing,

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3. At the last great sup per ly ing,

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4. Word made flesh, by word he mak eth
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O my tongue, its myst' ries sing,

of a vir gin to pro ceed,
cir cled by his breth ren's band,

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ve ry bread his flesh to be;
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and the blood, all price ex cell ing,

man with man in con verse blend ing,
meek ly with the law com ply ing,

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man in wine Christ's blood par tak eth,

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which the world's e ter nal king,

scat tered he the gos pel seed,
first, he fin ished its com mand.

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and if sens es fail to see,

in a no ble womb once dwell ing,

till his so journ drew to end ing,
Then im mor tal food sup ply ing,

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faith a lone the true heart wak eth,

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shed for this world's ran som ing.

which he closed in won drous deed.
gave him self with his own hand.
to be hold the mys te ry.
 Of the glorious body telling

1. Of the glorious body telling,

O my tongue, its myst’ries sing,
and the blood, all price excelling,
which the world’s eternal king,
in a noble womb once dwelling,
shed for this world’s ransoming.

2. Given for us, for us descending,

of a virgin to proceed,
man with man in converse blending,
scattered he the gospel seed,
till his sojourn drew to ending,
which he closed in wondrous deed.

3. At the last great supper lying

circled by his brethren’s band,
meekly with the law complying,
first, he finished its command,
then, immortal food supplying,
gave himself with his own hand.

4. Word made flesh, by word he maketh

very bread his flesh to be;
man in wine Christ’s blood partaketh:
and if senses fail to see,
faith alone the true heart waketh
to behold the mystery.
 Tantum ergo
Pange Lingua Plainchant

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1. Tan tum er go Sac ra men tum
2. Gen i to ri, Gen i to que

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ve ne re mur cer nu i:
laus et Ju bi lat i o,

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Et an ti quum doc u men tum

Sal us, hon or, vir tus quo que

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no vo ce dat ri tu i:
sit et be ne dic ti o:

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Prae stet fi des sup ple men tum

Pro ce den ti ab u tro que

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sen su um de fec tu i.
com par sit lau da ti o. A men.
 Tantum Ergo
1. Tantum ergo sacramentum
veneremur cernui:
et antiquum documentum
novo cedat ritui:
praestet fides supplementum
sensuum defectui.

2. Genitori, Genitoque
laus et iubilatio,
salus, honor, virtus quoque
sit et benedictio:
procedenti ab utroque
compar sit laudatio.

Amen.

1. Therefore, we before him bending,

this great sacrament revere:
types and shadows have their ending,
for the newer rite is here;
faith, our outward sense befriending,
makes the inward vision clear.

2. Glory let us give and blessing,

to the Father and the Son,
honour, might and praise addressing,
while eternal ages run;
ever too his Love confessing,
who, from both, with both is one.

Amen.