Sunday musical offering

November 4, 2018


Sunday musical offering

January 14, 2018

When memory fades and recognition falters,
When eyes we love grow dim, and minds, confused,
Speak to our souls of love that never alters;
Speak to our hearts by pain and fear abused.
O God of life and healing peace, empower us
With patient courage, by Your graced infused.

As frailness grows, and youthful strengths diminish
In weary arms, which worked their earnest fill,
Your aging servants labor now to finish
Their earthly tasks, as fits Your mystery’s will.
We grieve their waning, yet rejoice, believing
Your arms, unwearied, shall uphold us still.

Within Your Spirit, goodness lives unfading;
The past and future mingle into one.
All joys remain, unshadowed light pervading,
No valued deed will ever be undone.
Your mind enfolds all finite acts and offerings.
Held in Your heart, our deathless life is won.

When memory fades and recognition falters,
Your arms, unwearied, shall uphold us still.


Musical offering for the eleventh day of Christmas

January 4, 2018

Shepherds called by angels,
Called by angels,
Called by Love and angels.
No place for them but a stable.
My Lord has come.

Sages searching for stars,
Searching for Love in heaven.
No place for them but a stable.
My Lord has come.

His Love will hold me,
His Love will cherish me.
Love will cradle me.

Lead me, lead me to see Him,
Sages and Shepherds and angels.
No place for me but a stable.
My Lord has come.


Musical offering for Christmas Day

December 25, 2017


Musical offering for the third Sunday of Advent

December 17, 2017

Bogoróditse Dyévo, ráduisya,
Blagodátnaya Maríye, Gospód s tobóyu. 
Blagoslovyéna ty v zhenákh,
i blagoslovyén plod chryéva tvoyevó, 
yáko Spása rodilá yesí dush náshikh.

Rejoice, virgin mother of God,
Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.
Blessed are you among women,
and blessed is the fruit of your womb,
for you have borne the Savior of our souls.


Sunday musical offering

October 22, 2017

Sweet rivers of redeeming love
Lie just before my eyes,
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I’d to those rivers fly.
I’d rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind;
I’d cross cold Jordan’s stormy waves,
And leave the world behind.

A few more days or years at most
My troubles will be o’er;
I hope to join the heavenly host
On Canaan’s happy shore.
My raptured soul shall drink and feast
In love’s unbounded sea,
The glorious hope of endless rest
Is ravishing to me.

O come, my Savior, come away, 
And bear me through the sky; 
Nor let Thy chariot wheels delay, 
But quickly draw Thou nigh. 
Then I shall join the angel throng 
And circle round Thy throne; 
I’ll sing through all the ages long, 
And joy to be Thine own.


Happy birthday, William

June 13, 2017

In celebration of the birthday of Irish poet William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), here is Z. Randall Stroope’s choral setting of Yeat’s poem “The Cloths of Heaven.”

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


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