ST. BEDE, CHADWELL HEATH HYMN SHEET FOR THE SIXTH SUNDAY OF EASTER ENTRANCE HYMN This joyful Eastertide, away with sin and sorrow! My Love, the Crucified, hath sprung to life this morrow. Had Christ, that once was slain, ne'er burst his three-day prison, our faith had been in vain; but now hath Christ arisen, arisen, arisen, arisen. My flesh in hope shall rest, and for a season slumber, till trump from east to west shall wake the dead in number. Had Christ, that once was slain, ne'er burst his three-day prison, our faith had been in vain; but now is Christ arisen, arisen, arisen, arisen. Death's flood hath lost its chill, since Jesus crossed the river: Lover of souls, from ill my passing soul deliver: Had Christ, that once was slain, ne'er burst his three-day prison, our faith had been in vain; but now is Christ arisen, arisen, arisen, arisen. © A.R. Mowbray & co. LTD, a division of Cassell plc Reprinted under ONE LICENSE #A-633910 All rights reserved PSALM RESPONSE The Lord has shown his salvation to the nations. GOSPEL ACCLAMATION Jesus said: ‘If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we shall come to him.’ PRAYER OF SPIRITUAL COMMUNION My Jesus, I believe that You are truly present in the Most Blessed Sacrament of the altar. I love You above all things, And I desire to receive You into my life. Since I cannot now receive You sacramentally, come spiritually into my heart and soul. I embrace You as if you were already there, and I unite myself wholly to You. Never permit me to be separated from You. Amen. (Saint Alphonsus Liguori) COMMUNION HYMN Bread of life, truth eternal, Broken now to set us free. The risen Christ, his saving power, Is here in Bread and Wine for me. Lord, I know I am not worthy to receive you. You speak the words and I am healed. Here at your table, Love’s mystery: One bread, one cup, one family. Bread of life, truth eternal… Lord by your cross, you reconciled us to the Father. We have only to believe. Your sacrifice, our victory, Now by your blood we are redeemed. Bread of life, truth eternal… Lord, you gave your people manna in the desert, Still you fulfil our every need. Lord when we hunger, Lord, when we thirst, We come to you and we receive Bread of life, truth eternal… Words & Music by Joanne Boyce & Mike Stanley Copyright © 1996 CJM MUSIC Reprinted under ONE LICENSE #A-736041 RECESSIONAL HYMN Thine be the glory, Risen, conquering Son, Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won; Angels in bright raiment Rolled the stone away, Kept the folded grave-clothes Where thy body lay. Thine be the glory, Risen, conquering Son; Endless is the victory Thou o'er death hast won! Lo, Jesus meets us, Risen from the tomb; Lovingly he greets us, Scatters fear and gloom; Let the Church with gladness Hymns of triumph sing, For her Lord now liveth, Death hath lost its sting. Thine be the glory… No more we doubt thee, Glorious Prince of life; Life is naught without thee: Aid us in our strife; Make us more than conquerors Through thy deathless love; Bring us safe through Jordan To thy home above: Thine be the glory… E.L. Budry (1854-1932) tr. R.B. Hoyle (1875-1939 .