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PALM SUNDAY
PLEASE NOTE: Please come earlier than 10 am since choir/people will assemble in the car park before mass.
Choir rehearsals for Holy Week after mass on Palm Sunday have been cancelled.
Palm Procession: Hosanna - Carl Tuttle (Key: G)
Entrance: 819 Make Way
Gospel Acc: Said
Offertory: Reflection 607 Let all mortal flesh keep silence (only instrumental)
Holy: Said
LOG: Said
Comm: Reflection 752 My song is love unknown (only instrumental)
End: All leave in silence.
Palm Procession: Hosanna - Carl Tuttle (Key: G)
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna, hosanna,
Hosanna in the highest!
(Chorus 1)
Lord we lift up Your name
With hearts full of praise!
Be exalted oh Lord my God,
Hosanna in the highest!
Glory, glory,
Glory to the King of Kings!
Glory, glory,
Glory to the King of Kings!
(Chorus 2)
Lord we lift up Your name
With hearts full of praise!
Be exalted oh Lord my God,
Glory to the King of Kings!
Blessed, blessed, blessed is he who comes
Blessed is he who comes
In the name of the Lord!
(Repeat Chorus 1)
Entrance: 819 Make way, make way (for Christ the King)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tK6XuYhL7JI
(chords) http://www.higherpraise.com/lyrics/amazing/amazing1454.html
Make way, make way for Christ the King
in splendour arrives,
Fling wide the gates and welcome Him
into your lives.
CHORUS: (Can the ladies sing the echo in brackets please?)
Make way, (make way),
Make way, (make way),
for the King of kings, (for the King of kings)
Make way, (make way),
Make way, (make way),
and let His kingdom in.
He comes the broken hearts to heal
the prisoners to free,
The deaf shall hear, the lame shall dance,
the blind shall see.
And those who mourn with heavy hearts,
who weep and sigh;
With laughter, joy and royal crown
He'll beautify.
We call you now to worship Him
as Lord of all;
To have no gods before Him
their thrones must fall!
Gospel Acc: Said
Offertory: Reflection 607 Let all mortal flesh keep silence (only instrumental)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywVMxW3BUW8http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spwcPxux740
Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing worldly minded,
For with blessing in His hand
Christ our God to Earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.
King of Kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on Earth He stood,
Lord of Lords in human vesture,
in the Body and the Blood.
He will give to all the faithful
his own self for heav’nly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven
preads its vanguard on the way,
as the Light of Light descendeth
from the realms of endless day,
that the pow’rs of hell may vanish
as the darkness clears away.
At His feet the six-winged Seraph,
Cherubim with sleepless eye,
veil their faces to the Presence,
as with ceaseless voice they cry,
‘Alleluia, alleluia,
Alleluia, Lord, most High!’
Holy holy: Said
Lamb of God: Said
Comm: Reflection 752 My song is love unknown (only instrumental)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMart4wXsI0
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 saved,
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.
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