Song Sheet April 14th
Entrance: Jesus Is Risen
Jesus is risen! Let us sing! Praise to the ever living king! Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise him in song, ye seraphim! Praise him with joy, ye Cherubim! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
On this most holy day of days, let us together sing his praise! Alleluia! Alleluia! Raise joyful voices to the sky! Sing out, ye heavens, in reply: Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
To God the Father let us sing, to God the Son, our risen King! Alleluia! Alleluia! And equally let us adore the Holy Spirit evermore! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
Offertory: Two Were Bound For Emmaus
Two were bound for Emmaus, disheartened and lost; all their hope for the future had been nailed to a cross. Love unknown then walked beside them, come back from the dead, and they knew he was risen in the breaking of bread.
On the Sea of Tiberius, when the night was nearly gone and their toil seemed so useless, not one fish had they caught, from the shore the stranger called to them, “Cast your net, friends, once more”. And they filled it to bursting, but the net was not torn.
Then they knew it was Jesus and they hastened into shore; bread and fish for their breakfast from the hands of their Lord. “O Peter, if you love me you must care for my sheep; if you follow your Shepherd, then a shepherd you’ll be.”
When the road makes us weary, when our labor seems but loss, when the fire of faith weakens and too high seems the cost, let the Church turn to its risen Lord, who for us bore the cross, and we’ll find our hearts burning at the sound of his voice.
Recessional: Three Days
Three days our world was broken; the Lord of life lay dead. “Take up your cross,” he told us who followed where he led. Would we now hang in torment with thieves on every side, our Passover shattered, our hope crucified? Three days we hid in silence, in bitter fear and grief. Three days we clung together where he had washed our feet.
Three days and on the third day, the women came at dawn. His tomb, they said, was empty, his broken body gone. Who could believe their story? The dead do not arise, yet he walks among us, and with our own eyes we’ve seen him at this table; we’ve shared his bread and wine. Hearts burning bright within us, we’ve seen his glory shine.
