A few years ago I had an idea for writing “the hymn of the day” that began, not with the Gospel, but with a Psalm. Since the Psalm is already a sung form, and the preeminent model for all Church singing, I make use of it as the form and structure of the whole.
Rarely was I able to include the second reading, but in this Sunday’s example, it was not only possible but natural to bring it in, in a summary way, as the second line of the fifth verse.
Until You speak Your promised word;
Mine like the eyes of maids who stand
So shall I wait upon your will,
Commands that seem of good or ill.
For even harshest words from You
So Jesus listened and obeyed
When in His human will afraid.
Despised, rejected, sought and killed —
He yet attended to Your will.
So may this Church which You have wrought,
And with Your own blood dearly bought,
Delight to ponder and obey
The hard or gentle words You say.
Have mercy, Lord, have mercy long,
Until the earth, like heav’n is filled
Copyright © 2005 CanticaNOVA Publications. Duplication
restricted. Print this post