Marian Choral Vespers ending with Benediction

Sunday, September 8

Holy Rosary 4:30 pm
Marian Choral Vespers ending with Benediction 5:00 pm

Weekly Evensong and Benediction resumes on this Sunday after the summer recess, and for the first Sunday evening service of the season the choir will sing Marian Vespers on the Eve of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary. The service ends with Benediction and is followed by a reception.

Evensong or Vespers is the sung form of Evening Prayer, and Benediction is a time of adoration before the Blessed Sacrament. It is a beautiful time of chants, candles, incense, readings, and prayer.

Being the second Sunday of the month, the recitation of the Holy Rosary precedes the 5:00 pm service.


Salve, Mater Salvatoris. 

Adam of St. Victor (1112-1146)

Hail, the Saviour's Blessed Mother, 
Vase elect, above all other, 
Full of honour, Full of grace; 
Fore-ordained from years eternal, 
And, by Wisdom's hand supernal, 
Wrought from Adam's ruined race. 

Hail, the Heavenly Word forth-bringing, 
Flower from the thorns up-springing, 
Of the thorn-brake Glory born; 
We with many thorn-wounds redden. 
Thou, the sinless other Eden, 
Knowest not a single thorn. 

Portal folded, Fount of garden, 
Cell, of sweetest unguents Warden, 
Fairest coloured Fragrancy; 
Frankincense and myrrh excelling, 
Kinder than the solace welling 
From the beauteous balsam tree. 

Hail, the Virgins' Glory brightest, 
Who to pray for men delightest, 
Who didst bear the Child for us: 
Hail, compassion's Myrtle-flower, 
Rose, with patience for thy dower, 
Nard, all odoriferous. 

Vale among the mountains lying, 
Field where no man plough is plying — 
Oh, the harvest of that sod: 
Lily of that valley lowly, 
Blossom of that field all-holy, 
Thence, Incarnate, springs our God. 

Eden of the new creation, 
Riftless Mount, whose exhalation 
Is undying chastity: 
Thou of whiteness, thou of sweetness, 
Thou of beauty art 'completeness — 
Tenderness abounds in thee. 

In fair art and fair material, 
O'er thrones earthly and airial, 
Throne of Solomon art thou: 
Ivory of pureness telling, 
Gold of charity's indwelling, 
Mysteries that throne endow. 

O'er all palms the Palm up-bearing, 
None in heaven thy place is sharing, 
None on earth is peer of thine: 
Praise of every generation, 
Thy preiminent vocation 
Makes thee all, in all, outshine. 

To the lunar beam like noonlight, 
To the stars like queenly moonlight, 
Things create thou shinest above: 
Light, that knows not obscuration, 
Heat, that knows not deflagration — 
That, thy pureness; this, thy love. 

Hail, of holiness the Mother, 
Full of grace above all other, 
Three-fold Godhead's three-fold Rest; 
Yet with providence maternal, 
Waiting for the Word Eternal, 
Special Guest-chamber for Guest. 

Star upon the blue sea shining, 
Other stars at day declining, 
Fairer far than angels lining 
Heavenly places, nine-fold Ray; 
From thy throne above the waters, 
Pray for us, thy sons and daughters, 
So, nor wile, nor threat of slaughters 
Make us stumble on the way. 

Warriors of the high election, 
Marshalled under strong protection, 
May we see our flag's erection 
And the crafty foe's dejection, 
Through thy Mother-potency: 

Jesu, Word of God Most-highest, 
Who to suppliants nought deniest, 
Who free grace to souls suppliest — 
Those who stand thy Mother nighest 
Thou preserve and make like thee.



Future Evensongs with Benediction