The Parish and Ward Church of St Botolph-Without-Bishopsgate EC2M 3TL

The Parish and Ward Church of St Botolph-Without-Bishopsgate EC2M 3TL

The Parish and Ward Church of St Botolph-without-Bishopsgate EC2M 3TL The Deposition, Rogier van der Weyden 1399/1400–1464, Prado, Madrid Our Lady at the Cross A Sequence of Music and Reflections for Passiontide Wednesday in Holy Week, 31 March 2021 at 1.10 pm The Revd David Armstrong, Priest-in-Charge Iestyn Evans, Director of Music 020 7588 3388 [email protected] www.botolph.org.uk St Botolph-without-Bishopsgate - a place of calm, sanctuary and God’s love in the City Please stand at the ringing of the bell. The priest enters in silence. Please sit when the priest sits. A Sequence of Music and Reflections The music comprises extracts from the setting of Stabat Mater dolorosa by Pergolesi. The portions of the Stabat Mater which are not being sung today are printed for your private meditation on page 6, together with some notes on the composer and the text. The reflections are taken from the writings of St John Henry Newman. The painting of which a poster is on display is the great Deposition of Rogier van der Weyden; there are some notes on the painting on page 7. Stabat Mater: 1 Stabat Mater dolorosa At the Cross her station keeping, Iuxta crucem lacrimosa Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Dum pendebat Filius. Close to Jesus to the last. The Priest welcomes the Congregation. PRAYERS concluded with the Lord’s Prayer said by all: Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name; thy kingdom come, thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation; But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen. Stabat Mater: 2 Cuius animam gementem Through her heart, of joy bereavèd Contristatam ac dolentem Bowed with anguish, deeply grievèd, Pertransivit gladius. Now at length the sword had passed. O quam tristis et afflicta O, that blessèd one, grief-laden, Fuit illa benedicta Blessèd Mother, blessèd Maiden, Mater unigeniti! Mother of the all-holy One; Reflection: Jesus the Lover of Souls The inspired writer says, “Thou hast mercy upon all, because Thou canst do all things, and overlookest the sins of men for the sake of repentance. For Thou lovest all things that are, and hatest none of the things which Thou hast made… And how could anything endure, if Thou wouldst not? or be preserved, if not called by Thee? But Thou sparest all, because they are Thine, O Lord, who lovest souls” (Wisdom xi. 24-27). This is what brought Him from Heaven, and gave Him the Name of Jesus—for the Angel said to St. Joseph about Mary, “She shall bring forth a Son, and thou shalt call His Name Jesus; for He shall save His people from their sins” (Matt. i. 21). It was His great love for souls and compassion for sinners which drew Him from Heaven. Why did He consent to veil His glory in mortal flesh, except that He desired so much to save those who had gone astray and lost all hope of salvation. Hence He says Himself, “The Son of Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost” (Matt. xvii. 11, Luke xix. 10). Rather than that we should perish, He did all that even omnipotence could do consistently with its holy Attributes, for He gave Himself. And He loves each of us so much that He has died for each one as fully and absolutely as if there were no one else for Him to die for. He is our best friend, our True Father, the only real Lover of our souls—He takes all means to make us love Him in return, and He refuses us nothing if we do. Meditations and Devotions Stabat Mater: 3 Quae moerebat et dolebat, O that silent, ceaseless mourning, Et tremebat, cum videbat O those dim eyes, never turning Nati poenas inclyti. From that wondrous, suffering Son. Quis est homo qui non fleret, Who on Christ’s dear Mother gazing, Christi Matrem si videret In her trouble so amazing, In tanto supplicio? Born of woman, would not weep? Quis non posset contristari, Who on Christ’s dear Mother thinking, Piam Matrem contemplari Such a cup of sorrow drinking, Dolentem cum Filio? Would not share her sorrow deep? Pro peccatis suae gentis For his people’s sins, in anguish, Vidit Iesum in tormentis, There she saw the victim languish, Et flagellis subditum. Bleed in torments, bleed and die: Reflection: Mary, Consoler of the Afflicted St Paul says that his Lord comforted him in all his tribulations, that he also might be able to comfort them who are in distress, by the encouragement which he received from God. This is the secret of true consolation: those are able to comfort others who, in their own case, have been much tried, and have felt the need of consolation, and have received it. So of our Lord Himself it is said: “In that He Himself hath suffered and been tempted, He is able to succour those also that are tempted.” And this too is why the Blessed Virgin is the comforter of the afflicted. We all know how special a mother’s consolation is, and we are allowed to call Mary our Mother from the time that our Lord from the Cross established the relation of mother and son between her and St. John. And she especially can console us because she suffered more than mothers in general. Women, at least delicate women, are commonly shielded from rude experience of the highways of the world; but she, after our Lord's Ascension, was sent out into foreign lands almost as the Apostles were, a sheep among wolves. In spite of all St. John’s care of her, which was as great as was St. Joseph’s in her younger days, she, more than all the saints of God, was a stranger and a pilgrim upon earth, in proportion to her greater love of Him who had been on earth, and had gone away. As, when our Lord was an Infant, she had to flee across the desert to the heathen Egypt, so, when He had ascended on high, she had to go on shipboard to the heathen Ephesus, where she lived and died. O ye who are in the midst of rude neighbours or scoffing companions, or of wicked acquaintance, or of spiteful enemies, and are helpless, invoke the aid of Mary by the memory of her own sufferings among the heathen Greeks and the heathen Egyptians. Meditations and Devotions Stabat Mater: 4 Vidit suum dulcem natum Saw the Lord’s anointed taken, Morientem, desolatum Saw her Child in death forsaken, Dum emisit spiritum. Heard his last expiring cry. Eia Mater, fons amoris In the Passion of my Maker, Me sentire vim doloris Be my sinful soul partaker, Fac, ut tecum lugeam. May I bear with her my part; Reflection: Jesus is Laid in the Arms of His Blessed Mother He is thy property now, O Virgin Mother, once again, for He and the world have met and parted. He went out from thee to do His Father’s work – and He has done and suffered it. Satan and bad men have now no longer any claim upon Him – too long has He been in their arms. Satan took Him up aloft to the high mountain; evil men lifted Him up upon the Cross. He has not been in thy arms, O Mother of God, since He was a child – but now thou hast a claim upon Him, when the world has done its worst. For thou art the all-favoured, all-blessed, all-gracious Mother of the Highest. We rejoice in this great mystery. He has been hidden in thy womb, He has lain in thy bosom, He has been suckled at thy breasts, He has been carried in thy arms – and now that He is dead, He is placed upon thy lap. Virgin Mother of God, pray for us. Stations of the Cross Stabat Mater: 5 Fac, ut ardeat cor meum Of his Passion bear the token, In amando Christum Deum In a spirit bowed and broken, Ut sibi complaceam. Bear his death within my heart. Inflammatus et accensus May he, when the mountains quiver, Per te, Virgo, sim defensus From that flame which burns for ever, In die judicii. Shield me on the Judgement Day. Fac me cruce custodiri Jesu, may thy Cross defend me, Morte Christi praemuniri And thy saving death befriend me, Confoveri gratia. Cherished by thy deathless grace; PRAYERS concluded with the Angelus: The Angel of the Lord brought tidings to Mary; And she conceived by the Holy Ghost. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen. Behold the handmaid of the Lord; Be it done to me according to thy word. Hail Mary… Holy Mary… And the Word was made flesh; And dwelt among us. Hail Mary…. Holy Mary… Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ. Let us pray. We beseech thee, O Lord, pour thy grace into our hearts; that as we have known the Incarnation of your Son Jesus Christ by the message of an angel, so by his Cross and Passion, we may be brought to the glory of his Resurrection.

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