I've always wanted to worship at this church since my days at U of T, faculty of Ed. 1986, Having remembered this wish, I googled and came across this wonderful church service now 26 years hence. What a delightful and professional choir. Am looking forward to having this wish materialize Christmas Eve this year. My prayers for your service in the name of the Lord. Thank you.
Wrote a hymn to this tune. The name of the tune is Bristol Ravenscroft: O ZION OPEN NOW THY GATES O Zion open now thy gates To God the Father, Son And Holy Spirit comforter The Trinity as One. O children sing with wondrous praise Give thanks on Earth below To God our Lord and Sovereign King He makes the blessings flow. The Lord our friend in darkest times He is The God of Light Our source of love in times of test He’s there both day and night. My brothers, sisters, heartfelt thanks Give to The Lord above He sends us help in time of need Praise to The God of love. All glory to The Father be All praise to God The Son To God The Spirit, songs of praise Thy heavenly will be done.
I am an Ultra-Catholic - No 'Anglo-'*, I beseech you! You'll find no heresy in anything I teach you. The clergyman across the road has whiskers and a bowler, But I wear buckles on my shoes and sport a Feriola. My alb is edged with deepest lace, spread over rich black satin; The psalms of Dahvid I recite in heaven's own native Latin, And, though I don't quite understand those awkward moods and tenses, My ordo recitandi's strict Westmonasteriensis. I teach the children in my school the Penny Catechism, Explaining how the C of E's in heresy and schism. The truths of Trent and Vatican I bate not one iota. I have not met the rural Dean. I do not pay my quota. The Bishop's put me under his 'profoundest disapproval' And, though he cannot bring about my actual removal, He will not come and visit me or take my confirmations. Colonial prelates I employ from far-off mission-stations. The music we perform at Mass is Verdi and Scarlatti. Assorted females form the choir; I wish they weren't so catty. Two flutes, a fiddle and a harp assist them in the gallery. The organist left years ago, and so we save his salary. We've started a 'Sodality of John of San Fagondez,' Consisting of the five young men who serve High Mass on Sundays; And though they simply will not come to weekday Mass at seven, They turn out looking wonderful on Sundays at eleven. The Holy Father I extol in fervid perorations, The Cardinals in curia, the Sacred Congregations; And, though I've not submitted yet, as all my friends expected, I should have gone last Tuesday week, had not my wife objected.
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How wonderful this all is! Anglo Catholic worship is genuinely mystical and lovely. Thank you.
Check the ordinariate.
Wonderful to find this on my birthday on a snowy day in Nova Scotia. No nearby services as i used to enjoy at St. Thomas's. Thank you.
I've always wanted to worship at this church since my days at U of T, faculty of Ed. 1986, Having remembered this wish, I googled and came across this wonderful church service now 26 years hence. What a delightful and professional choir. Am looking forward to having this wish materialize Christmas Eve this year. My prayers for your service in the name of the Lord. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing this!
Wrote a hymn to this tune. The name of the tune is Bristol Ravenscroft:
O ZION OPEN NOW THY GATES
O Zion open now thy gates
To God the Father, Son
And Holy Spirit comforter
The Trinity as One.
O children sing with wondrous praise
Give thanks on Earth below
To God our Lord and Sovereign King
He makes the blessings flow.
The Lord our friend in darkest times
He is The God of Light
Our source of love in times of test
He’s there both day and night.
My brothers, sisters, heartfelt thanks
Give to The Lord above
He sends us help in time of need
Praise to The God of love.
All glory to The Father be
All praise to God The Son
To God The Spirit, songs of praise
Thy heavenly will be done.
Jane looks so young here...
And she doesn't now? ;-)
*Everybody* looks so young in this video. Except for David, of course, he's an eternal old lady.
I am an Ultra-Catholic - No 'Anglo-'*, I beseech you!
You'll find no heresy in anything I teach you.
The clergyman across the road has whiskers and a bowler,
But I wear buckles on my shoes and sport a Feriola.
My alb is edged with deepest lace, spread over rich black satin;
The psalms of Dahvid I recite in heaven's own native Latin,
And, though I don't quite understand those awkward moods and tenses,
My ordo recitandi's strict Westmonasteriensis.
I teach the children in my school the Penny Catechism,
Explaining how the C of E's in heresy and schism.
The truths of Trent and Vatican I bate not one iota.
I have not met the rural Dean. I do not pay my quota.
The Bishop's put me under his 'profoundest disapproval'
And, though he cannot bring about my actual removal,
He will not come and visit me or take my confirmations.
Colonial prelates I employ from far-off mission-stations.
The music we perform at Mass is Verdi and Scarlatti.
Assorted females form the choir; I wish they weren't so catty.
Two flutes, a fiddle and a harp assist them in the gallery.
The organist left years ago, and so we save his salary.
We've started a 'Sodality of John of San Fagondez,'
Consisting of the five young men who serve High Mass on Sundays;
And though they simply will not come to weekday Mass at seven,
They turn out looking wonderful on Sundays at eleven.
The Holy Father I extol in fervid perorations,
The Cardinals in curia, the Sacred Congregations;
And, though I've not submitted yet, as all my friends expected,
I should have gone last Tuesday week, had not my wife objected.
Apart form the fact this poem bears little resemblance to this style of Anglo-catholicism…