Zoom Worship October 2023 ‘Harvest’ see email for login deatils
Introit: Festive music for Trumpet and Organ
LOBE DEN HERREN played by Hans Huber and Norbert Duchtel
Welcome
O Lord, open thou our lips;
And our mouths shall shew forth thy praise.
O God, make speed to save us;
O Lord, make haste to help us.
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.
Praise thee the Lord;
The Lord’s name be praised.
Hymn
We plough the fields, and scatter The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered By God’s almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine, And soft refreshing rain:
All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, for all his love.
He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far,
He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star.
The winds and rains obey him, By him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, his children, He gives our daily bread:
All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, for all his love.
We thank thee then, O Father, For all things bright and good;
The seed-time and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food.
No gifts have we to offer
For all thy love imparts,
But that which thou desirest, Our humble, thankful hearts:
All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, for all his love.
Text Matthias Claudius (1740 – 1815) tr Jane Campbell (1817 – 1878); Tune WIR PFLUGEN by Johnann A P Schulz (1747 – 1800) harmonised J B Dykes (1832 – 76)
Psalm 150 (sung by Durham Cathedral Choir; music by C V Stanford)
O praise God in his holiness: praise him in the firmament of his power. Praise him in his noble acts: praise him according to his excellent greatness. Praise him in the sound of the trumpet: praise him upon the lute and harp. Praise him in the cymbals and dances: praise him upon the strings and pipe. Praise him upon the well-tuned cymbals: praise him upon the loud cymbals. Let everything that hath breath praise the LORD.
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.
Reading 1 Isaiah 35:1-10
The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad,
the desert shall rejoice and blossom;
like the crocus 2it shall blossom abundantly,
and rejoice with joy and singing.
The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it,
the majesty of Carmel and Sharon.
They shall see the glory of the Lord,
the majesty of our God.
3 Strengthen the weak hands,
and make firm the feeble knees.
4 Say to those who are of a fearful heart,
‘Be strong, do not fear! ...
5 Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
and the ears of the deaf unstopped;
6 then the lame shall leap like a deer,
and the tongue of the speechless sing for joy.
For waters shall break forth in the wilderness,
and streams in the desert;
7 the burning sand shall become a pool,
and the thirsty ground springs of water;
the haunt of jackals shall become a swamp,
the grass shall become reeds and rushes.
8 A highway shall be there,
and it shall be called the Holy Way;
the unclean shall not travel on it,
but it shall be for God’s people;
no traveller, not even fools, shall go astray ...
but the redeemed shall walk there.
10 And the ransomed of the Lord shall return,
and come to Zion with singing;
everlasting joy shall be upon their heads;
they shall obtain joy and gladness,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.
Magnificat
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord: Unnumbered blessings, give my spirit voice; Tender to me the promise of his word;
In God my Saviour shall my heart rejoice.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his name: Make known his might, the deeds his arm has done; His mercy sure, from age to age the same;
His holy name, the Lord, the Mighty One.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his might: Powers and dominions lay their glory by; Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight, The hungry fed, the humble lifted high.
Tell out, my soul, the glories of his word: Firm is his promise, and his mercy sure. Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord To children’s children and for evermore.
Text by Timothy Dudley Smith (b 1926) Tune WOODLANDS by Walter Greatorex (1877-1949)
Reading 2 Joel 2:21-28
21 Do not fear, O soil;
be glad and rejoice,
for the Lord has done great things!
22 Do not fear, you animals of the field,
for the pastures of the wilderness are green;
the tree bears its fruit,
the fig tree and vine give their full yield.
23 O children of Zion, be glad
and rejoice in the Lord your God;
for he has given the early rain for your vindication,
he has poured down for you abundant rain,
the early and the later rain, as before.
24 The threshing-floors shall be full of grain,
the vats shall overflow with wine and oil.
25 I will repay you for the years
that the swarming locust has eaten,
the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter,
my great army, which I sent against you.
26 You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied,
and praise the name of the Lord your God,
who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again
be put to shame.
27 You shall know that I am in the midst of Israel,
and that I, the Lord, am your God and there is no other.
And my people shall never again
be put to shame.
28 Then afterwards
I will pour out my spirit on all flesh;
your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
your old men shall dream dreams,
and your young men shall see visions.
NuncDimittis (sung by the choir of Clare College, Cambridge)
Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace: according to thy word. For mine eyes have seen; thy salvation. Which thou hast prepared: before the face of all people; To be a light to lighten the Gentiles: and to be the glory of thy people Israel. 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.
Prayers
The Lord be with you;
Answer. And with thy spirit.
Minister. Let us pray.
Lord, have mercy upon us. Christ, have mercy upon us. Lord, have mercy upon us.
The Lord’s Prayer
As our Saviour Christ hath commanded and taught us we are bold to say:
Our Father, which art in heaven hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.
Amen.
O Lord, shew thy mercy upon us;
And grant us thy salvation.
O Lord, save the King;
And mercifully hear us when we call upon thee.
Endue thy Ministers with righteousness;
And make thy chosen people joyful.
O Lord, save thy people;
And bless thine inheritance.
Give peace in our time, O Lord;
Because there is none other that fighteth for us, but only thou, O God.
O God, make clean our hearts within us;
And take not thy Holy Spirit from us.
ANTHEM by Maurice Greene sung by St Salvator’s College Choir.
“Thou visitest the earth and blessest it; and crownest the year with thy goodness.”
Let us pray.
O Almighty and everlasting God, who hast given unto us the fruits of the earth in their season, and hast crowned the year with thy goodness: give us grateful hearts, that we may unfeignedly thank thee for all thy loving-kindness, and worthily magnify thy holy name; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Almighty God, who hast given us grace at this time with one accord to make our common supplications unto thee; and dost promise that when two or three are gathered together in thy Name thou wilt grant their requests: Fulfil now, O Lord, the desires and petitions of thy servants, as may be most expedient for them; granting us in this world knowledge of thy truth, and in the world to come life everlasting. Amen.
Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord; and by thy great mercies defend us from all perils and dangers of this night; for the love of thy only Son, our saviour Jesus Christ. Amen.
Hymn
Come ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home! All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come;
Raise the song of harvest home!
We ourselves are God’s own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Grant, O harvest Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home;
From his field shall purge away
All that doth offend that day;
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.
Then, thou Church triumphant, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home;
All is safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There for ever purified
In God’s garner to abide:
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!
Text Henry Alford (1810 – 71) Tune ST GEORGE’S WINDSOR by George Job Elvey (1816 – 93)
The Grace
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost, be with us all evermore. Amen.
Closing music
A harvest medley from the Cumberland Choir with the London Festival Orchestra