Tenth Sunday after Trinity

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Psalms from the Daily Office
Offertory and Communion motets
John Keble, “Tenth Sunday after Trinity”
Christopher Wordsworth, A hymn for the Tenth Sunday after Trinity

Psalms from the Daily Office

Below are plainsong renditions of the Psalms as published in the Saint Dunstan’s Plainsong Psalter.

SUNDAY

MONDAY

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY

FRIDAY

SATURDAY

Offertory and Communion motets

Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina, Ad te levavi animam meam
Charles Tournemire, Acceptabis sacrificium

Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina, Ad te levavi animam meam

The Latin text for the Communion proper has been set to music by a number of composers. Here is the text, below which is a performance of Palestrina’s setting of it.

Ad te levavi animam meam, Deus meus, in te confido:
To thee have I lifted up my soul, O my God, in thee I put my trust;
non erubescam neque irrideant me inimici mei.
let me not be ashamed, neither let my enemies laugh at me:
Etenim universi qui te expectant non confundentur.
for none of them that wait on thee shall be confounded.

Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina, Ad te levavi animam meam,
sung by The Sixteen, conducted by Harry Christophers

Charles Tournemire, Acceptabis sacrificium

The text for today’s Communion proper is a paraphrase of verses from Psalm 51.

Acceptabis sacrificium iustitiae,
Thou shalt accept the sacrifice of justice,
oblationes et holocausta,
oblations and whole burnt offerings,
super altare tuum, Domine.
placed upon your altar, O Lord.

Here is the traditional Gregorian chant of this Communion proper:

Composer and organist Charles Tournemire (1870-1939) is best known for his improvisations on Gregorian melodies. Between 1927 and 1931, he compiled a collection published as L’Orgue mystique, a group of 51 sets of five pieces each. The pieces in each set correspond to one of the days (mostly Sundays) in the Church calendar, and based the Gregorian chant

Here is his setting of the Communion proper for this Sunday, in which the chant presented in the embedded recording above comes through clearly.

L’Orgue Mystique, opus 57, Eric Koevoets, organist

John Keble, “Tenth Sunday after Trinity”

The following poem is from John Keble’s The Christian Year (1827).

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And when He was come near,
He beheld the city, and wept over it.
St. Luke xix. 41.

Why doth my Saviour weep
    At sight of Sion’s bowers?
Shows it not fair from yonder steep,
    Her gorgeous crown of towers?
Mark well His holy pains:
    ’Tis not in pride or scorn,
That Israel’s King with sorrow stains
    His own triumphal morn.

It is not that His soul
    Is wandering sadly on,
In thought how soon at death’s dark goal
    Their course will all be run,
Who now are shouting round
    Hosanna to their chief;
No thought like this in Him is found,
    This were a Conquerer’s grief.

Or doth He feel the Cross
    Already in His heart,
The pain, the shame, the scorn, the loss?
    Feel e’en His God depart?
No: though He knew full well
    The grief that then shall be—
The grief that angels cannot tell—
    Our God in agony.

It is not thus He mourns;
Such might be martyr’s tears,
When his last lingering look he turns
On human hopes and fears;
But hero ne’er or saint
The secret load might know,
With which His spirit waxeth faint;
His is a Saviour’s woe.

“If thou had’st known, e’en thou,
At least in this thy day,
The message of thy peace! but now
’Tis passed for aye away:
Now foes shall trench thee round,
And lay thee even with earth,
And dash thy children to the ground,
Thy glory and thy mirth.”

And doth the Saviour weep
Over His people’s sin,
Because we will not let Him keep
The souls He died to win?
Ye hearts, that love the Lord,
If at this, sight ye burn,
See that in thought, in deed, in word,
Ye hate what made Him mourn.

Christopher Wordsworth, A hymn for the Tenth Sunday after Trinity

The following hymn is from Bp. Christopher Wordsworth’s The Holy Year; or Hymns for Sundays and Holy Days throughout the Year (1862).

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Hymn 71.

TENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY

“And when He was come near He beheld the City, and wept over it.” Christ weeping over Jerusalem, in the Gospel of the Week.

1.
When David and his faithful friends
O’er Olivet did go,
Thrust forth from Sion by his son,
Their tears began to flow.

2.
When scorn’d by Sion, David’s Son
Look’d down from Olivet,
The countenance of Christ was sad,
His eyes with tears were wet.

3.
While in the sun her Temple shines
With marble and with gold;
Christ weeps for her; His prescient Eyes
Her future doom behold.

4.
Soon at the foot of Olivet,
In dark Gethsemane,
Thou, Lord, wilt weep with tears of blood,
In bitter Agony.

5.
And, further west, another Hill
Has tears in store for Thee;
Thy Brow, Thy Hands, Thy Feet, Thy Side,
Will weep on Calvary.

6.
O precious Tears, most precious Blood,
More costly than the dew
That falls on Hermon’s Hill, and rains
That Carmel’s flowers renew.

7.
For from those Tears and precious Blood,
As from prolific showers,
A blessed Garden soon will bloom
Of heavenly Passion-flowers.

8.
Thou, Lord, wilt rise from Calvary,
And through Gethsemane
From Sion pass to Olivet,
For glorious victory.

9.
And then another Sion’s gates.
Will Thee, O Lord, enfold,
Thy heavenly Sion, ever bright
With precious stones and gold.

10.
Thou wilt ascend from Olivet
In might and majesty,
And open wide those Heavenly gates
To all that follow Thee.

11.
And there Thou wilt for ever reign
A Conqueror and King;
That Victory was won by pain,
That Realm by suffering.

12.
O weep with Christ on Olivet,
That ye with Christ may rise;
Ye sow in tears, to reap with Him
A Harvest in the skies.

13.
Glory to Father, and to Son,
For by His Death we live;
And glory to the Holy Ghost,
Eternal Glory, give.

Amen.