Richard and I attended Matins this morning at St. Margaret’s church in the village of Ilketshall St. Margaret.
1. Hark, my soul! it is the Lord; 2. “I deliver’d thee when bound,
‘Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; And when bleeding, heal’d thy wound;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
“Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me? Turn’d thy darkness into light.
3. “Can a woman’s tender care 4. “Mine is an unchanging love,
Cease toward the child she bare? Higher than the heights above,
Yes, she may forgetful be, Deeper than the depths beneath,
Yet will I remember thee. Free and faithful, strong as death.
5. “Thou shalt see my glory soon, 6. Lord, it is my chief complaint,
When the work of grace is done; That my love is weak and faint;
Partner of my throne shalt be; – Yet I love thee and adore, —
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?” Oh for grace to love thee more!
Richard and I attended Evening Mass of the Lord’s Supper and then a vigil this evening at St. John’s church in the village of Ilketshall St. John.
On that night, there were
Two bowls of water.
The first was taken
And used for washing feet,
Symbol, he said, of love.
The second was called for
And used for washing hands,
The bowls are constantly before us:
Into which will we dip our hands?