Propers
Psalms from the Daily Office
Motets and cantatas
John Keble, “Third Sunday after Trinity”
Propers
Introit
Respice in me. Psalm 25
Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me, O Lord: for I am desolate, and in tribulation: look thou upon mine affliction, and my travail: and forgive me all mine iniquities, O my God. Unto thee, O Lord, will I lift up my soul: my God, in thee have I trusted; let me never be confounded. Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without end. Amen. Turn thee unto me . . .
Collect
O Lord, we beseech thee mercifully to hear us; and grant that we, to whom thou hast given an hearty desire to pray, may, by thy mighty aid, be defended and comforted in all dangers and adversities; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Epistle
I St. Peter 5:5-11
Brethren: all of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility: for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble. Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time: Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world. But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you. To him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.
Gradual
[Psalm 55] O cast thy burden upon the Lord: and he shall nourish thee. When I cried unto the Lord, he heard my voice: from the battle that was against me.
Alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia. [Psalm 7] God is a righteous judge, strong and patient, and God is provoked every day. Alleluia.
Gospel
St. Luke 15:1-10
At that time: Then drew near unto him all the publicans and sinners for to hear him. And the Pharisees and scribes murmured, saying, This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them. And he spake this parable unto them, saying, What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it? And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost. I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance. Either what woman having ten pieces of silver, if she lose one piece, doth not light a candle, and sweep the house, and seek diligently till she find it? And when she hath found it, she calleth her friends and her neighbours together, saying, Rejoice with me; for I have found the piece which I had lost. Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.
Offertory
[Psalm 9] They that know thy Name will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast never failed them that seek thee: O Praise the Lord, which dwelleth in Sion: for he forgetteth not the complaint of the poor.
Communion
[St. Luke 15] I say unto you: There is joy in the presence of the Angels of God over one sinner that repenteth.
Psalms from the Daily Office
Below are plainsong renditions of the Psalms as published in the Saint Dunstan’s Plainsong Psalter.
SUNDAY
Exaltabo te, Deus meus rex
Ad te, Domine, levavi
Dominus, illuminatio mea
Beati quorum remissæ sunt
Dixit injustus
Benedic, anime mea, Domino
Deus, judicium tuum regi da
MONDAY
Inclina, Domine aurem tuam
Quam dilecta tabernacula tua Domine
Benedixisti, Domine, terram tuam
TUESDAY
Misericordias Domini in æternum cantabo
Si autem dereliquerint filii eius
Domine, refugium factus es nobis
WEDNESDAY
Bonum est confiteri Domino
Benedic, anima mea, Domino
Psalm 104:24–36 (Tone IV 6)
Quam magnificata sunt opera
THURSDAY
Deus ultionum Dominus
Confitebor tibi, Domine, in toto corde meo
In exitu Israel de Ægypto
FRIDAY
Domine, exaudi orationem meam
Et timebunt gentes
Dilexi, quoniam exaudet Dominus
SATURDAY
Confitemini Domino, quoniam bonus
Dominus regnavit, decorem indutus est
Dominus regnavit: irascantur populi
Motets and cantatas for this Sunday
Lajos Bárdos, Sperent in te (“Let them trust in thee”)
Johann Sebastian Bach, Ich hatte viel Bekümmernis (BWV 21, “My heart was deeply troubled”)
John Keble, “Third Sunday after Trinity”
The following poem is from John Keble’s The Christian Year (1827).
There is joy in the presence of the angels of God
over one sinner that repenteth.
St. Luke 15:10.
O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh,
To make stern Memory tell her tale unsought,
And raise accusing shades of hours gone by,
To come between us and all kindly thought!
Chilled at her touch, the self-reproaching soul
Flies from the heart and home she dearest loves,
To where lone mountains tower, or billows roll,
Or to your endless depth, ye solemn groves.
In vain: the averted cheek in loneliest dell
Is conscious of a gaze it cannot bear,
The leaves that rustle near us seem to tell
Our heart’s sad secret to the silent air.
Nor is the dream untrue; for all around
The heavens are watching with their thousand eyes,
We cannot pass our guardian angel’s bound,
Resigned or sullen, he will hear our sighs.
He in the mazes of the budding wood
Is near, and mourns to see our thankless glance
Dwell coldly, where the fresh green earth is strewed
With the first flowers that lead the vernal dance.
In wasteful bounty showered, they smile unseen,
Unseen by man — but what if purer sprights
By moonlight o’er their dewy bosoms lean
To adore the Father of all gentle lights?
If such there be, O grief and shame to think
That sight of thee should overcloud their joy,
A new-born soul, just waiting on the brink
Of endless life, yet wrapt in earth’s annoy!
O turn, and be thou turned! the selfish tear,
In bitter thoughts of low-born care begun,
Let it flow on, but flow refined and clear,
The turbid waters brightening as they run.
Let it flow on, till all thine earthly heart
In penitential drops have ebbed away,
Then fearless turn where Heaven hath set thy part,
Nor shudder at the Eye that saw thee stray.
O lost and found! all gentle souls below
Their dearest welcome shall prepare, and prove
Such joy o’er thee, as raptured seraphs know,
Who learn their lesson at the Throne of Love.