Twelfth Sunday after Trinity

Propers
Psalms from the Daily Office
Motet and cantata
John Keble, “Twelfth Sunday after Trinity”
Christopher Wordsworth, A hymn for the Twelfth Sunday after Trinity

Propers

        Introit

Deus in adjutorium. Psalm 70
Haste thee, O God, unto my rescue, and save me: O Lord, make haste to my deliverance: let mine enemies be ashamed and confounded, that seek after my soul. Let them be turned backward, and put to confusion: that wish me evil. 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. Haste thee, O God . . .

        Collect

Almighty and everlasting God, who art always more ready to hear than we to pray, and art wont to give more than either we desire or deserve: Pour down upon us the abundance of thy mercy; forgiving us those things whereof our conscience is afraid, and giving us those good things which we are not worthy to ask, but through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ, thy Son, our Lord. Amen.

        Epistle

II Corinthians 3:4-9
Brethren: such trust have we through Christ to God-ward: Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think any thing as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of God; Who also hath made us able ministers of the new testament; not of the letter, but of the spirit: for the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life. But if the ministration of death, written and engraven in stones, was glorious, so that the children of Israel could not stedfastly behold the face of Moses for the glory of his countenance; which glory was to be done away: How shall not the ministration of the spirit be rather glorious? For if the ministration of condemnation be glory, much more doth the ministration of righteousness exceed in glory.

        Gradual

[Psalm 34] I will alway give thanks unto the Lord: his praise shall ever be in my mouth. My soul shall make her boast in the Lord: the humble shall hear thereof and be glad.

        Alleluia

Alleluia, alleluia. [Psalm 88] O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee. Alleluia.

        Gospel

St. Mark 7:31-37
At that time: Jesus, departing from the coasts of Tyre and Sidon, he came unto the sea of Galilee, through the midst of the coasts of Decapolis. And they bring unto him one that was deaf, and had an impediment in his speech; and they beseech him to put his hand upon him. And he took him aside from the multitude, and put his fingers into his ears, and he spit, and touched his tongue; And looking up to heaven, he sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha, that is, Be opened. And straightway his ears were opened, and the string of his tongue was loosed, and he spake plain. And he charged them that they should tell no man: but the more he charged them, so much the more a great deal they published it; And were beyond measure astonished, saying, He hath done all things well: he maketh both the deaf to hear, and the dumb to speak.

        Offertory

[Exodus 32] Moses besought the Lord his God, and said: Lord, why doth thy wrath wax hot against thy people? Turn from thy fierce wrath: remember Abraham, Isaac, and Israel, thy servants, to whom thou swarest to give a land flowing with milk and honey. And the Lord repented of the evil which he thought to do unto his people.

        Communion

[Psalm 104] The earth, O Lord, is filled with the fruit of thy works: that thou mayest bring food out of the earth, and wine that maketh glad the heart of man: and oil to make him a cheerful countenance, and bread to strengthen man’s heart.

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Motet and cantata

Pelham Humfrey, Haste thee, O God
Johann Sebastian Bach, Lobe den Herren, den mächtigen König der Ehren, “Praise the Lord, the mighty king of honour” (BWV 137)

John Keble, “Twelfth Sunday after Trinity”

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

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And looking up to heaven, He sighed, and saith unto him,
Ephphatha, that is, Be opened.
St. Mark vii. 34.

The Son of God in doing good
     Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh:
And shall the heirs of sinful blood
     Seek joy unmixed in charity?
God will not let Love’s work impart
Full solace, lest it steal the heart;
Be thou content in tears to sow,
Blessing, like Jesus, in thy woe:

He looked to Heaven, and sadly sighed —
     What saw my gracious Saviour there,
“With fear and anguish to divide
     The joy of Heaven-accepted prayer?
So o’er the bed where Lazarus slept
He to His Father groaned and wept:
What saw He mournful in that grave,
Knowing Himself so strong to save?”

O’erwhelming thoughts of pain and grief
     Over His sinking spirit sweep; —
What boots it gathering one lost leaf
     Out of yon sere and withered heap,
Where souls and bodies, hopes and joys,
All that earth owns or sin destroys,
Under the spurning hoof are cast,
Or tossing in th’ autumnal blast?

The deaf may hear the Saviour’s voice,
     The fettered tongue its chain may break;
But the deaf heart, the dumb by choice,
     The laggard soul, that will not wake,
The guilt that scorns to be forgiven; —
These baffle e’en the spells of Heaven;
In thought of these, His brows benign
Not e’en in healing cloudless shine.

No eye but His might ever bear
     To gaze all down that drear abyss,
Because none ever saw so clear
     The shore beyond of endless bliss:
The giddy waves so restless hurled,
The vexed pulse of this feverish world,
He views and counts with steady sight,
Used to behold the Infinite.

But that in such communion high
     He hath a fount of strength within,
Sure His meek heart would break and die,
     O’erburthened by His brethren’s sin;
Weak eyes on darkness dare not gaze,
It dazzles like the noonday blaze;
But He who sees God’s face may brook
On the true face of Sin to look.

What then shall wretched sinners do,
     When in their last, their hopeless day,
Sin, as it is, shall meet their view,
     God turn His face for aye away?
Lord, by Thy sad and earnest eye,
When Thou didst look to Heaven and sigh:
Thy voice, that with a word could chase
The dumb, deaf spirit from his place;

As Thou hast touched our ears, and taught
     Our tongues to speak Thy praises plain,
Quell Thou each thankless godless thought
     That would make fast our bonds again.
From worldly strife, from mirth unblest,
Drowning Thy music in the breast,
From foul reproach, from thrilling fears,
Preserve, good Lord, Thy servants’ ears.

From idle words, that restless throng
     And haunt our hearts when we would pray,
From Pride’s false chime, and jarring wrong,
     Seal Thou my lips, and guard the way:
For Thou hast sworn, that every ear,
Willing or loth, Thy trump shall hear,
And every tongue unchainèd be
To own no hope, no God, but Thee.

Christopher Wordsworth, Hymn for the Twelfth 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 73.

TWELFTH SUNUDAY AFTER TRINITY

The Epistle for the Week compares the glory of the Mosaic Law with that of the Gospel, and contrasts the condition of the Israelites at the Delivery of the Law, with the privileges of those who live under the Gospel; and suggests their consequent duties.

1.
Moses from Sinai brings the Law,
   His face with glory gleams;
The People’s eyes, bedimm’d by sin,
   Are dazzled by its beams.

2.
To shroud the Glory of the Law,
   Shining with heavenly grace,
And spare their feeble eyes, he puts
   A Veil upon his face.

3.
Beam with Thy Spirit on our hearts,
   Take off the Veil, that we
May see the Glory of the Law,
   Jesu, reveal’d in Thee!

4.
Light up its Types and Prophecies,
   Its moral code unfold,
That we may all their glimmerings
   Sunn’d forth in Thee behold.

5.
If, in the twilight dim, the Law
   Gleam’d with such lustre bright,
How glorious is the noonday sun
   Of Evangelic Light!

6.
If Thy bright beams on Moses’ face
   Did with such splendour shine,
How may we hope to gaze upon
   Thy countenance divine?

7.
Thou sayest, “without Holiness
   No eye shall look on Thee,”
And “blessed are the pure in heart,
   For they God’s face shall see.”

8.
O, therefore, cleanse our sullied hearts,
   Soften these hearts of stone.
That we may see Thee, and may know
   As we, O Lord, are known.

9.
To Father, Son, whose Gospel gilds
   The Law with glorious rays,
And Holy Ghost Who in them shines,
   Be everlasting praise.

Amen.