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Sunday 8 October 2017

27th Sunday OT Yr A Oct 8 2017 1030 Mass

Entrance 865 here I am
Gloria Plainchant or spoken
Offertory 600? All that I am
Holy holy German Mass
Mem act German mass when we eat
Communion 859 We have been told
749 servant king
Final. 721 How great thou art 3 verses

Entrance 865 here I am
Gloria Plainchant or spoken
Offertory 600? All that I am
Holy holy 576s Holy Holy  (the German Mass)

Holy, Holy, Holy
Lord God of hosts
Holy, Holy, Holy
Lord God of hosts
Heaven and earth are full
Full of your glory
Hosanna in the highest.
Hosanna in the highest.
Blessed is he who comes
in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.
Hosanna in the highest.

Memorial acc: 577b  (german mass) – revised

When we eat this Bread
and drink this Cup,
we proclaim your Death, O Lord,
until you come again
Communion 859 We have been told
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lI-CwQs5dTo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFrrleSTlWA

749  Servant King

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

REFRAIN:
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..

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.

Come see His hands and his feet,
The scars that speak of sacrifice
Hands that flung stars into space
To cruel nails surrendered

So let us learn now to serve,
And in our lives enthrone Him
Each other's needs to prefer
For it is Christ we're serving


Final. 721 O Lord my God (how great thou art) 3 verses

O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

Refrain:
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
(refrain)

And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

(refrain)

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