All Saints 2009
This morning we remembered all those saints who pointed us the way.
The choir sang this text by medieval poet Thomas Campion (12 February 1567 – 1 March 1620).
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more,
Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast:
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest.Ever blooming are the joys of Heaven’s high Paradise.
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines whose beams the blessed only see:
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to thee!
Campion studied law, was a doctor, author and poet. Incarcerated briefly for murder, he was soon exonerated. He died of the plague at age 52.
I gotta get to work on my medieval resume!
The setting was by Charles Wood (June 15, 1866 – July 12, 1926)
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Just a reminder that I’m in the midst of the No New Groceries challenge. I expect to save about $1000 this month and have donated $100 to Lutheran World Hunger. I’ll donate another $1 for every $1 one of you donates to a hunger cause – local, national or international – up to another $100.
So far we’re up to $10. Anyone else?
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
November 2nd, 2009 at 1:14 pm
That’s such a great project.