Sunday, September 8
Holy Rosary 4:30 pm
Marian Vespers ending with Benediction 5:00 pm
Capital Campaign Reception 6:00 pm
Weekly Evensong & Benediction
Weekly Evensong and Benediction resumes on this Sunday after the summer recess, and on this day Marian Vespers for the Eve of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary will be offered. The service ends with Benediction. Following the service we gather to celebrate our Capital Campaign accomplishments.
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.
The recitation of the Holy Rosary precedes the service at 4:30 pm.
Capital Campaign Reception
Join us as we celebrate our Capital Campaign accomplishments with a beautiful Evensong followed by a delicious reception! The Building Love and Mercy Campaign has done over 650k in improvements at St. Mark’s, and we are now finished with the first phase. Many thanks to everyone who has committed to the capital campaign. If you have not made a commitment yet, it is never too late to do so. The fund continues to grow, and there is no gift that is too large or too small. We desire to have every member participate. For more information speak with the rector or wardens. For updates view the Capital Campaign webpage.
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.