December 7, 2025
2nd Sunday of Advent
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Prelude: Prepare the Way of the Lord (RS 507)
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Entrance Hymn: On Jordan’s Bank the Baptist’s Cry (RS 503)
On Jordan’s bank the Baptist’s cry
Announces that the Lord is nigh;
Awake and hearken, for he brings
Glad tidings of the King of kings.
Then cleansed be every heart from sin;
Make straight the way of God within,
And let each heart prepare a home
Where such a mighty guest may come.
For you are our salvation, Lord,
Our refuge, and our great reward;
Without your grace we waste away
Like flow’rs that wither and decay.
To heal the sick stretch out your hand,
And bid the fallen sinner stand;
Shine forth, and let your light restore
Earth’s own true loveliness once more.
All praise the Son eternally,
Whose advent sets his people free;
Whom with the Father we adore,
And Spirit blest for evermore.
Text: Jordanis oras praevia; Charles Coffin, 1676-1749; tr. by John Chandler, 1806-1876, alt.
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Scripture Readings (external link): 2nd Sunday of Advent
Responsorial: Psalm 72
R: Ev’ry nation on earth will adore you, Lord;
Ev’ry nation on earth will adore you, Lord.
Preparation Hymn: Drop Down Dew/Rorate Caeli (RS 513)
Drop down dew, heavens from above, let skies rain down the Just One.
Do not be angry within us, Lord; do not remember our iniquities.
Behold, your holy city has become a wasteland.
Zion has become a desert, Jerusalem has become desolate,
Your holy house and your glory where our ancestors praised you.
We have all sinned and have become like those unclean.
We have fallen, like a leaf that is decayed.
Our sins have swept us away like the wind.
You have hidden your face from us; you have consumed us because of our sins.
Lord, see the affliction of your people; send the One who is to come.
Send forth the Lamb who rules all earthly kingdoms,
Who rules from the desert to the height of Mount Zion.
Let him take off the yoke that keeps us captive.
Be consoled and comforted, my people! Your salvation will quickly come.
Why are you filled with sorrow, with grief that overwhelms you?
Do not be afraid, I will save you.
I am the Lord God, your Savior, the Holy One of Israel.
Text: Rorate caeli; Latin hymn; tr. composite sources
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Communion Hymn: My Soul in Stillness Waits (RS 499)
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.
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Concluding Hymn: The King Shall Come (RS 504)
The King shall come when morning dawns
And light triumphant breaks.
When beauty gilds the eastern hills
And life to joy awakes.
Not, as of old, a little child,
To suffer and to die,
But crowned with glory like the sun
That lights the morning sky.
The King shall come when morning dawns
And earth’s dark night is past;
O haste the rising of that morn
Whose day shall ever last.
And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.
The King shall come when morning dawns
And light and beauty brings.
Hail, Christ, the Lord! Your people pray:
Come quickly, King of kings.
Text: John Brownlie, 1857-1925
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