December 22, 2024
4th Sunday of Advent
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Prelude: Magnificat (Gather 522)
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Entrance Hymn: O Come O Come Emmanuel (Gather 323)
O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel.
O come, O Wisdom from on high,
Who order all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.
O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to your tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times once gave the Law
In cloud and majesty and awe.
O come, O Rod of Jesse’s stem,
From ev’ry foe deliver them
That trust your mighty power to save,
And give them vict’ry o’er the grave.
O come, O Key of David, come,
And open wide our heav’nly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
O come, O Dayspring from on high
And cheer us by your drawing nigh;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadow put to flight.
O come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of humankind;
O bid our sad divisions cease,
And be for us our King of Peace.
Text: Veni, veni Emmanuel; Latin 9th C.; tr. by John M. Neale, 1818-1866, alt. Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Scripture Readings (external link): 4th Sunday of Advent
Responsorial: Psalm 80 (Gather 47)
R: Lord, make us turn to you, show us your face, and we shall be saved.
Preparation Hymn: Creator of the Stars of Night (Gather 334)
Creator of the stars of night,
Your people’s everlasting light,
O Christ, Redeemer of us all,
We pray you hear us when we call.
Come, O Lord, and bring your light,
O radiant star and heart’s delight.
O God-with-us, Emmanuel,
with your love, the dark dispel.
In sorrow that the ancient curse
Should doom to death a universe,
You came, O Savior, to set free
Your own in glorious liberty.
When this old world drew on toward night,
You came; but not in splendor bright,
Not as a monarch, but the child
Of Mary, blameless mother mild.
At your great name, O Jesus now,
All knees must bend, all hearts must bow:
All things on earth with one accord,
Like those in heav’n, shall call you Lord.
Come in your holy might, we pray,
Redeem us for eternal day;
Defend us while we dwell below
From all assaults of our dread foe.
To God Creator, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Praise, honor, might, and glory be
from age to age eternally.
Tune: Verses: Conditor alme siderum; arr. by Carol Browning.; © 2004, GIA Publications, Inc. Text: Refrain © 2004, GIA Publications, Inc. Verses © 1985, The Church Pension Fund. Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Communion Hymn: My Soul in Stillness Waits (Gather 336)
For you, O Lord, my soul in stillness waits, truly my hope is in you.
O Lord of Light, our only hope of glory,
your radiance shines in all who look to you,
come, light the hearts of all in dark and shadow.
O Spring of Joy, rain down upon our spirits,
our thirsty hearts are yearning for your Word,
come, make us whole, be comfort to our hearts.
O Root of Life, implant your seed within us,
and in your advent, draw us all to you,
our hope reborn in dying and in rising.
O Key of Knowledge, guide us in our pilgrimage,
we ever seek, yet unfulfilled remain,
open to us the pathway of your peace.
Come, let us bow before the God who made us,
let ev’ry heart be opened to the Lord,
for we are all the people of his hand.
Here we shall meet the Maker of the heavens,
Creator of the mountains and the seas,
Lord of the stars, and present to us now.
Text: Psalm 95 and ‘O’ Antiphons; Marty Haugen, b.1950, © 1982, GIA Publications, Inc. Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.
Concluding Hymn: Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming (Gather 373)
Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse’s lineage coming
As seers of old have sung.
It came, a blossom bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.
Isaiah ’twas fortold it,
The Rose I have in mind,
With Mary we behold it,
The Virgin Mother kind.
To show God’s love aright,
She bore to us a Savior,
When half spent was the night.
O Flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispel in glorious splendor
The darkness ev’rywhere;
True man, yet very God,
From sin and death now save us,
And share our ev’ry load.
Text: Isaiah 11:1; Es ist ein’ Ros’ entsprungen; Speier Gesangbuch, 1599; tr. sts. 1-2 by Theodore Baker, 1851-1934; st. 3, The Hymnal, 1940 Reprinted with permission under ONE LICENSE License #A-727305.