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Sunday musical offering

January 18, 2026

When I am gone, don’t you cry for me,
Don’t you pity my sorry soul;
What pains there might have been will now be past,
And my spirit will be whole.
I’ll be on my way, I’ll be on my way,
I’ll have left my feet of clay upon the ground,
I will be glory bound, I’ll be on my way.

When I am gone, please forgive the wrongs
That I might have done to you;
There’ll be no room for regrets up there,
High above, way beyond the blue.
I’ll be on my way, I’ll be on way,
I’ll have laid my frown and all my burdens down,
I’ll be putting on my crown, I’ll be on my way.

When I am gone, don’t you look for me
In the places I have been;
I’ll be alive, but somewhere else,
I’ll be on my way again.
I’ll be on my way, I’ll be on my way
I’ll lift my wings and soar into the air,
There’ll be glory everywhere, I’ll be on way.

I’ll be on my way, I’ll be on my way,
I’ll have laid my frown and all my burdens down,
I’ll be putting on my crown, I’ll be on my way.
I’ll have left my feet of clay upon the ground,
I will be glory bound, I’ll be on my way.

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Today’s cultural moment

January 15, 2026

Wide, worn and weathered,
Sacred expanse
Of green and white and granite grey;
Snowy patches strewn,
Anchored to the craggy earth,
Unmoving;
While clouds dance
Across the vast, eternal sky.

–Charles Anthony Silvestri

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Sunday musical offering

January 11, 2026

Still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee.

Still with Thee, when sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;
The sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o’ershading,
But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.

Shall it be at last, when that bright morning breaketh,
When the soul waketh, and life’s shadows flee;
Fairer than the morning, lovelier than daylight,
Shall rise the glorious thought;
Still with Thee, when the bright morning breaketh,
When the soul waketh and life’s shadows flee,
I am with Thee.

–Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896)

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Today’s cultural moment

January 8, 2026

Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep time is forgotten—
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll house stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild—
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?

–Sara Teasdale

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Musical offering for Epiphany

January 6, 2026

Out of the orient crystal skies
A blazing star did shine,
Showing the place where poorly lies
A blessed babe divine.

This shining star three kings did guide
Even from the farthest east,
To Bethlehem where it betide
This blessed babe did rest.

He was born of a maid of royal blood
Who Mary was called by name,
A sacred rose which once did bud
By grace of heavenly flame.

And for the joy of his great birth
A thousand angels sing:
“Glory and peace unto the earth
Where born is this heavenly king!”
Alleluia! Alleluia!
And for the joy of His great birth
A thousand angels sing.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
A thousand angels sing:
“Glory and peace unto the earth
Where born is this heavenly king!
Sing of the joy of his great birth,
Glory and peace unto the earth!”

Out of the orient crystal skies
A blazing star did shine,
Showing the place where poorly lies
A blessed babe divine.
Alleluia! Alleluia!

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Musical offering for the twelfth day of Christmas

January 5, 2026

Have you heard the sound of the angel voices
Ringing out so sweetly, ringing out so clear?
Have you seen the star shining out so brightly
As a sign from God that Christ the Lord is here?
Have you heard the news that they bring from heaven
To the humble shepherds who have waited long?
Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hear the angels sing their joyful song.

He is come in peace in the winter’s stillness,
Like a gentle snowfall in the gentle night;
He is come in joy, like the sun at morning,
Filling all the world with radiance and with light.
He is come in love as the child of Mary;
In a simple stable we have seen his birth.
Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hear the angels singing, peace on earth.

He will bring new light to a world in darkness,
Like a bright star shining in the skies above;
He will bring new hope to the waiting nations,
When he comes to reign in purity and love.
Let the earth rejoice at the Savior’s coming,
Let the heavens answer with the joyful morn:
Gloria in excelsis Deo! Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hear the angels singing, Christ is born!

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Musical offering for the eleventh day of Christmas

January 4, 2026

A spotless rose is blowing,
Sprung from a tender root,
Of ancient seers’ foreshowing,
Of Jesse promised fruit;
Its fairest bud unfolds to light
Amid the cold, cold winter,
And in the dark midnight.

The rose which I am singing,
Whereof Isaiah said,
Is from its sweet root springing
In Mary, purest maid;
Through God’s great love and might
The blessed babe she bore us
In a cold, cold winter’s night.

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Musical offering for the tenth day of Christmas

January 3, 2026

Angels from the realms of glory,
Hear our joyful song below;
For tonight we sing the story
Heard by shepherds long ago.
Though at first they trembled, fearing,
Wondrous tidings bid them rise;
Heavenly hosts then bright appearing
Sang these praises in the skies:
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Peace on earth good will to men!
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hasten now to Bethlehem!

All good souls who’ve gone before us,
Hear the ancient Christmas lay;
On this night we join in chorus,
Love came down this Holy Day.
He awaits us in the manger
Smiling there in purest white.
Unto us He is no stranger,
But Creator, Life, and Light.
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Peace on earth good will to men!
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hasten now to Bethlehem!

Heaven and nature here abiding,
Hear the chimes of ages ring;
Woods and rivers shout glad tidings,
Tell the wonders of your King.
Mountains cry aloud forever,
Solid rocks now weep for joy;
Sun, moon, stars all sing together.
Let this song our hearts employ:
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Peace on earth good will to men!
Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Hasten now to Bethlehem!

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Musical offering for the ninth day of Christmas

January 2, 2026

Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.
For all is hushed,
The world is sleeping,
Holy Star its vigil keeping.
Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,
‘Tis the eve of our Savior’s birth.
The night is peaceful all around you,
Close your eyes,
Let sleep surround you.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
‘Tis the eve of our Savior’s birth.

Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.
While guardian angels without number
Watch you as you sweetly slumber.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.

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Musical offering for the eighth day of Christmas

January 1, 2026

He is born, the divine Christ child,
Play the musette and the bagpipe merrily;
He is born, the divine Christ child,
Sing we all of the Savior mild.

Through long ages of the past
Prophets long have foretold His coming;
Through long ages of the past,
Now the time has come at last.

He is born, the divine Christ child,
Play the musette and the bagpipe merrily;
He is born, the divine Christ child,
Sing we all of the Savior mild.

O how lovely, O how pure
Is this perfect child of heaven;
O how lovely, O how pure
Gracious gift to humankind.

He is born, the divine Christ child,
Play the musette and the bagpipe merrily;
He is born, the divine Christ child,
Sing we all of the Savior mild.

Jesus, Lord of all the world,
Coming as a child among us;
Jesus, Lord of all the world,
Grant to us Thy heavenly peace.

He is born, the divine Christ child,
Play the musette and the bagpipe merrily;
He is born, the divine Christ child,
Sing we all of the Savior mild,
Sing we now the divine Christ child!

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