Lauds in Christmastide

Lauds in Christmastide – From east to west, from shore to shore Let ev’ry heart awake and sing The holy child whom Mary bore, The Christ, the everlasting king. Behold, the world’s creator wears The form and fashion of a slave; Our very flesh our maker shares, His fallen creatures, all, to save. For...

Vespers in the Octave of Christmas

Christmas Vespers – O Savior of our fallen race, O Brightness of the Father’s face, O Son who shared the Father’s might Before the world knew day or night, O Jesus, very Light of light, Our constant star in sin’s deep night: Now hear the prayers your people pray Throughout the world this holy...

Lauds in Advent

Advent Lauds – The Lamb descends from heaven above To pardon sin with freest love: For such indulgent mercy shown With tearful joy our thanks we own. ~Office Hymn, st. 3

Lauds in Advent

Advent at Lauds – Now let each torpid soul arise, That sunk in guilt and wounded lies; See! the new Star’s refulgent ray Shall chase disease and sin away. ~Office Hymn, st. 2

Lauds in Advent

Advent at Lauds – A thrilling voice by Jordan rings, Rebuking guilt and darksome things: Vain dreams of sin and visions fly; Christ in his might shines forth on high. ~Office Hymn, st. 1 ~Image: St. John the Baptist

Lauds on Monday

Monday at Lauds – To guide whate’er we nobly do, With love all envy to subdue, To give us grace our wrongs to bear, To make ill fortune turn to fair. ~Office hymn, st. 4

Lauds on Saturday

Saturday at Lauds – Each phantom of the night depart, Each thought of guilt forsake the heart; Let every ill that darkness brought Beneath its shade now come to nought. ~Office hymn, st. 2

Lauds on Friday

Friday at Lauds – Uplift us with thine arm of might And let our hearts rise pure and bright, And ardent in God’s praises pay The thanks we owe him every day. ~Office hymn, st. 2 ~Image: Christus Pantocrator in the apsis of the cathedral of Cefalù

Lauds on Monday

Monday at Lauds – O thou true Sun of heavenly love, Pour down thy radience from above; The Spirit’s sanctyfying beam Upon our earthly senses stream. ~Office hymn, st. 2

Lauds on Saturday

Saturday at Lauds – Each phantom of the night depart, Each thought of guilt forsake the heart; Let every ill that darkness brought Beneath its shade now come to nought. ~Office Hymn, st. 2