Greetings!
We will continue to have music on weekend Masses and although you may not be able to sing along with us in church physically, please join in with singing virtually!
Please know that the music has been planned by both Francesco Binda, Director of Music at St. John of the Cross, and myself.
Stay safe, stay healthy, and know we are praying for you all!
Best Regards,
Kyle Lorek
1.All glory, laud, and honor
To thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and Blessed One.
2.The company of angels
Are praising thee on high,
And mortal men and all things
Created make reply.
The people of the Hebrews
With palms before thee went;
Our praise and love and anthems
Before thee we present.
3.To thee, before thy passion,
They sang their hymns of praise;
To thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the love we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
Text: Theodulph of Orleans, ca. 760–821
Psalm 148
John 12: 12–13Source:
MusixmatchSongwriters: Melchior Teschner / Steve Dunn
All Glory Laud and Honor lyrics © Palace Music Co. Ltd., Van Ness Press, Inc.
PRESENTATION AND PREPARATION OF THE GIFTS
Only this I want: but to know the Lord,
And to bear his cross so to wear the crown he wore.
All but this is loss, worthless refuse to me,
For to gain the Lord is to gain all I need.
Only this I want, but to know the Lord,
And to bear his cross so to wear the crown he wore.
I will run the race; I will fight the good fight,
So to win the prize of the kingdom of my Lord.
Only this I want: but to know the Lord,
And to bear his cross so to wear the crown he wore.
Let your heart be glad, always glad in the Lord,
So to shine like stars in the darkness of the night.
Only this I want: but to know the Lord,
And to bear his cross so to wear the crown he wore.
Jesus, remember me when you come into Your Kingdom.
Jesus, remember me when you come into Your Kingdom.
1 O sacred head, surrounded
by crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding head, so wounded,
so shamed and put to scorn!
The pow'r of death comes o'er you,
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore you,
And tremble as they gaze.
2. In this, your bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With your most kind compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath your cross abiding,
Forever would I rest,
In your dear love confiding,
And with your presence blest.
3. What language shall I borrow
To thank you, dearest friend,
For this, your dying sorrow,
Your mercy without end?
Lord, make me yours forever,
A loyal servant true,
And let me never, never
Outlive my love for you.