2nd Sunday of Advent

    Year C W 2 (II)

    On Jordan’s bank, the Baptist’s cry
    Announces that the Lord is nigh;
    Awake, and hearken, for he brings
    Glad tidings of the King of kings!

    Then cleansed be every life from sin;
    Make straight the way for God within;
    Prepare we in our hearts a home
    Where such a mighty Guest may come.

    For Thou art our Salvation, Lord,
    Our Refuge, and our sure Reward.
    Without Thy grace we waste away,
    Like flowers that wither and decay.

    To heal the sick stretch out Thine hand,
    And bid the fallen sinner stand;
    Shine forth, and let Thy light restore
    Earth's own true loveliness once more.

    Stretch forth thine hand, to heal our sore,
    And make us rise to fall no more;
    Once more upon thy people shine,
    And fill the world with love divine. J Hi m

    All praise, eternal Son, to Thee
    Whose advent sets Thy people free,
    Whom, with the Father, we adore,
    And Holy Ghost, forevermore.

    The blessing of the Advent wreath

    Responsorial Psalm

    The Lord has done great things for us, we are filled with joy, we are filled with joy.

    Gospel Acclamation sung

    Preparation of the Gifts

    Prepare ye the way of the Lord sung by the Vienna Boys Choir

    Sanctus Mass of the Restoration

    Memorial Acclamation Mass of the Restoration

    Agnus Dei Mass of the Restoration

    Communion Reflection.

    Peace is flowing like a river,
    Flowing out of you and me,
    Flowing out into the desert,
    Setting all the captives free.

    His Love is flowing like a river
    Flowing out of you and me,
    Flowing out into the desert,
    Setting all the captives free.



    His healing's flowing like a river,
    Flowing out of you and me,
    Flowing out into the desert,
    Setting all the captives free.


    Alleluia, alleluia,
    Alleluia, alleluia,
    Alleluia, alleluia,
    Alleluia, alleluia.

    His Peace is flowing like a river,
    Flowing out of you and me,
    Flowing out into the desert,
    Setting all the captives free.

    Recessional Hymn



    O come, O come, Emmanuel,
    And ransom captive Israel,
    That mourns in lonely exile here
    Until the Son of God appear.

    Rejoice! Rejoice!
    Emmanuel shall come to thee, m O Israel.

    O come, O Wisdom from on high,
    Who orderest all things mightily;
    To us the path of knowledge show,
    And teach us in her ways to go.

    O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
    Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
    From depths of hell Thy people save,
    And give them victory over the grave.

    O come, Thou day-spring, come and cheer
    Our spirits by Thine advent here;
    Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
    And death’s dark shadows put to flight.

    O come, Thou Key of David, come,
    And open wide our heavenly home;
    Make safe the way that leads on high,
    And close the path to misery.

    O come, Desire of nations, bind
    In one the hearts of humankind;
    Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
    And be Thyself our King of Peace.

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