Cafe Church - 07/07/19

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Sunday 7th July 2019 - 10am Worship

MUSIC

 

 

Welcome to everyone and especially our visitors today, musicians from Ryedale School.

 

WELCOME

Choir   Look to this day! - Bob Chilcott

 

Hymn 

Amazing Grace! how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind but now I see

 

Through many dangers, toils, and snares

I have already come

'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far

And grace will lead me home

 

When we've been there ten thousand years

Bright, shining as the sun

We've no less days to sing God's praise

Than when we first begun

 

Amazing Grace! how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind but now I see

Was blind but now I see

 

 

Grace, mercy and peace from God our Father

and the Lord Jesus Christ be with you

and also with you.

 

Our special prayer for today was written by John Donne,  1572-1631

 

Bring us, O Lord God, at our last awakening, into the house and gate of heaven, to enter into that gate and dwell in that house, where there shall be no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light; no noise nor silence but one equal music; no fears nor hopes but one equal possession; no ends nor beginnings but one equal eternity; in the habitations of thy Majesty and thy Glory, world without end. Amen.

 

Reading                     2 Chronicles 5:13

The trumpeters and musicians joined in unison to give praise and thanks to the LORD. Accompanied by trumpets, cymbals and other instruments, the singers raised their voices in praise to the LORD and sang: “He is good; his love endures forever.” Then the temple of the LORD was filled with the cloud.

 

Choir   Ubi Caritas - Ola Gjello

 

Poem

I am in need of music that would flow

Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,

Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,

With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.

Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,

Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,

A song to fall like water on my head,

And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

 

There is a magic made by melody:

A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool

Heart, that sinks through fading colours deep

To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,

And floats forever in a moon-green pool,

Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

 

Reading           Psalm 150

Praise the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens.  Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness. Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with timbrel and dancing, praise him with the strings and pipe,  praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals.

 

Choir   Stabat Mater, first movement – Pergolesi 1710 – 1736

 

Homily             What is it about music?

 

Hymn

I danced in the morning

When the world was begun,

And I danced in the moon

And the stars and the sun,

And I came down from heaven

And I danced on the earth,

At Bethlehem

I had my birth.

 

Dance, then, wherever you may be,

I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,

And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,

And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said he

 

I danced for the scribe

And the pharisee,

But they would not dance

And they wouldn't follow me.

I danced for the fishermen,

For James and John

They came with me

And the Dance went on.

 

I danced on the Sabbath

And I cured the lame;

The holy people

Said it was a shame.

They whipped and they stripped

And they hung me on high,

And they left me there

On a Cross to die.

 

I danced on a Friday

When the sky turned black

It's hard to dance

With the devil on your back.

They buried my body

And they thought I'd gone,

But I am the Dance,

And I still go on.

 

They cut me down

And I leapt up high;

I am the life

That'll never, never die;

I'll live in you

If you'll live in me -

I am the Lord

Of the Dance, said he.

 

Choir   God be in my head      John Rutter 1945 -

 

Prayers for others

 

Hymn                          led by a brass group

Beyond all mortal praise

            God's Name be ever blest,

unsearchable his ways,

            his glory manifest;

                        from his high throne

                                    in power and might

                                    by wisdom's light

                        he rules alone.

 

Our times are in his hand

            to whom all flesh is grass,

while as their Maker planned

            the changing seasons pass.

                        He orders all:

                                    before his eyes

                                    earth's empires rise,

                        her kingdoms fall.

 

He gives to humankind,

            dividing as he will,

all powers of heart and mind,

            of spirit, strength and skill:

                        nor dark nor night

                                    but must lay bare

                                    its secrets, where

                        he dwells in light.

 

To God the only Lord

            our fathers' God, be praise;

his holy Name adored

            through everlasting days.

                        His mercies trace

                                    in answered prayer,

                                    in love and care, and gifts of grace.

 

Blessed are you, Lord our God,

King of the universe.

Blessed be God for ever.

Your light shines on us

and all peoples shall see your glory.

Blessed be God for ever.

You gave us Jesus to be the light of the world;

he makes our darkness to be light.

Blessed be God for ever.

Through the Holy Spirit your love burns within us,

bearing witness to your truth.

Blessed be God for ever.

As we bear your light,

may our lips never cease to sing your praise.

Blessed be God for ever.

 

Let us pray that we may know and share the light of Christ.

Blessed be God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Blessed be God for ever.

 

Silence is kept.

 

We say together the prayer of St Francis:

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is doubt, faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

Where there is sadness, joy; 

 

O Divine Master,

Grant that I may not so much seek

To be consoled as to console;

To be understood as to understand;

To be loved as to love. 

 

For it is in giving that we receive;

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. 

 

Hymn

Let all the world in every corner sing,

"My God and King!"

The heavens are not too high,

His praise may thither fly;

The earth is not too low,

His praises there may grow.

Let all the world in every corner sing,

"My God and King!"

 

Let all the world in every corner sing,

"My God and King!"

The church with psalms must shout:

No door can keep them out.

But, more than all, the heart

Must bear the longest part.

Let all the world in every corner sing,

"My God and King!"

 

Blessing

 

The final movement of Pergolesi’s Stabat Mater in an arrangement for two cornets and organ ends this service