A Month of Readings on the Precious Blood
Hymns
The hymns, responsores and collects may accompany the readings on the Precious Blood. The responsories are taken from a little-known 2014 recording of an office composed in honor of a reputed relic of the Precious Blood in Norway. The entire composition, sung by the Schola Sanctae Sunnivae, entitled In festo susceptionis sanguinis Domini is readily available from vendors such as Amazon and the entire text of the liturgy with English translation can be found at http://www.2l.no/e-book/2L114.pdf.
INVITATORY
Ant. Fíliae Sion, veníte et vidéte regem coronátum in cruce, cuius caro mundi vita, cuius sanguis redémptio.
Ant. Come, daughters of Zion, and see the King, crowned on the cross, whose flesh is the life of the world, whose blood is redemption.
Ps 95. Veníte, exsultémus Dómino; *iubilémus Deo salutári nostro.
Praeoccupémus fáciem eius in confessióne, *et in
psalmis iubilémus ei.
Glória Patri
et Fílio, *et Spirítui Sancto, sicut
erat in princípio, et nunc et semper,
*et in sáecula saeculórum. Amen.
Ps 95. O come, let us sing unto the Lord * let us make a joy-
ful noise to the rock of our salvation.
Let us come before his presence
with thanksgiving *and make a joyful
noise unto him with psalms.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son *and
to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the
beginning, is now, and ever shall be
*world without end. Amen.
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Come, let us adore Christ, the Son of God,
who has redeemed us with his blood.
Clap your hands, all you peoples,
sing unto God with a voice of jubilation.
For you, God, glorious and mighty,
have shown us mercy.
You have not spared your only Son,
but delivered him up in our behalf.
That you might redeem us
from our sins in Christ’s own blood;
That justified in the blood of Jesus
you might turn your anger from us;
That we who were separated
might be reconciled through the blood of Christ.
O God, my God, what can I render to you
for all the good you have bestowed upon me?
I will take the chalice of salvation,
and I will call upon the power of Christ’s blood.
Sing to Jesus, all you saints,
and make known the memory of his holiness.
For Christ indeed has loved us and washed us in his blood
and has become our helper and redeemer.
May Christ be blessed forever
who has wrought such wonders in us.
Blessed be Jesus for all ages,
and may the heavens and the earth be filled with the praises of his love.
Come, let us adore Christ, the Son of God,
who has redeemed us with his blood. Amen. (St. Maria de Mattias, +1866)
HYMN (At choice)
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Glory be to Jesus,
who in bitter pains
poured for me the lifeblood
from his sacred veins.
Grace and life eternal
in that blood I find;
blest be his compassion,
infinitely kind.
Blest through endless ages
be the precious stream
which from endless torment
did the world redeem.
Abel's blood for vengeance
pleaded to the skies,
but the blood of Jesus
for our pardon cries.
Oft as earth exulting
lifts its praise on high,
angel hosts rejoicing
make their glad reply.
Lift we, then, our voices,
swell the mighty flood;
louder still and louder
praise the precious blood!
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Almighty God, all my hope is in the blood of Christ,
shed for my ransom.
With the help of your grace, I would give up life itself,
than fail to bear witness to the truth of your holy word,
Eternal God.
Keep us little, Lord, in your mighty word,
that we might learn to pray.
Keep us humble, Lord, in your forgiving word,
that we might learn to pray.
Keep us poor, O Lord, in your suffering word,
that we might learn to pray.
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Hail, holy Wounds of Jesus, hail,
Sweet pledges of the saving Rood,
Whence flow the streams that never fail,
The purple streams of His dear Blood.
Brighter than brightest stars ye show,
Than sweetest rose your scent more rare,
No Indian gem may match your glow,
No honeys taste with yours compare.
Portals ye are to that dear home
Wherein our wearied souls may hide,
Whereto no angry foe can come,
The Heart of Jesus crucified.
What countless stripes our Jesus bore,
All naked left in Pilates hall!
From His torn flesh ow red a shower
Did round His sacred person fall!
His beauteous brow, oh, shame and grief,
By the sharp thorny crown is riven;
Through hands and feet, without relief,
The cruel nails are rudely driven.
But when for our poor sakes He died,
A willing Priest by love subdued,
The soldiers lance transfixed His side,
Forth flowed the Water and the Blood.
In full atonement of our guilt,
Careless of self, the Saviour trod
Een till His Hearts best Blood was spilt
The wine-press of the wrath of God.
Come, bathe you in the healing flood,
All ye who mourn, by sin opprest;
Your only hope is Jesus Blood,
His Sacred Heart your only rest.
All praise to Him, the Eternal Son,
At Gods right hand enthroned above,
Whose Blood our full redemption won,
Whose Spirit seals the gift of love.
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