The Catholic Church and Personal Parish of Our Lady of Walsingham with Saint Cuthbert Mayne
SEVENTH SUNDAY OF EASTER DWSM Propers & Readings p. 529 THE INTROIT HYMN Christ, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night; Dayspring from on high, be near; Daystar, in my heart appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn Unaccompanied by thee; Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
Visit then this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, radiancy divine, Scatter all my unbelief; More and more thyself display, Shining to the perfect day.
OFFERTORY HYMN Come, ye faithful, raise the anthem, Cleave the skies with shouts of praise; With the ceaseless alleluias Sing to him who found the ransom, Which they raise, the sons of light; Ancient of eternal days, Sion's people tell his praises, God eternal, Word incarnate, Whom the heaven of heaven obeys. Victor after hard-won fight. Bring your harps, and bring your incense, Ere he raised the lofty mountains, Sweep the string and pour the lay; Formed the seas, or built the sky, Let the earth proclaim his wonders, Love eternal, free, and boundless, King of that celestial day; Forced the Lord of life to die, He the Lamb once slain is worthy, Lifted up the Prince of princes Who was dead, and lives for ay. On the throne of Calvary. Laud and honour to the Father, Now on those eternal mountains Stands the sapphire throne, all bright, Laud and honour to the Son, Laud and honour to the Spirit, Ever Three and ever One, One in love, and One in splendour, While unending ages run. Amen.