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?