O Blessed Glorious Trinity

*** Revised Common Lectionary *** Lectionary Reading: John 14:8-17, (25-27) CLASSIC POEM: A Litany (I-IV) John Donne I. THE FATHER. Father of Heaven, and Him, by whom It, and us for it, and all else for us, Thou madest, and govern’st ever, come And re-create me, now grown ruinous: My heart is by dejection, clay, And by self-murder, red. From this red earth, O Father, purge away All vicious tinctures, that new-fashioned I may rise up from death, before I’m dead. II. THE SON. O Son of God, who, seeing two things, Sin and Death, crept in, which were never made, By bearing one, tried’st with what stings The other could Thine heritage invade ; O be Thou nail’d unto my heart, And crucified again ; Part not from it, though it from Thee would part, But let it be by applying so Thy pain, Drown’d in Thy blood, and in Thy passion slain. III. THE HOLY GHOST. O Holy Ghost, whose temple I Am, but of mud walls , and condensèd dust, And being sacrilegiously Half wasted with youth’s fires of pride and lust, Must with new storms be weather-beat, Double in my heart Thy flame, Which let devout sad tears intend, and let— Though this glass lanthorn, flesh, do suffer maim— Fire, sacrifice, priest, altar be the same. IV. THE TRINITY. O blessed glorious Trinity, Bones to philosophy, but milk to faith, Which, as wise serpents, diversely Most slipperiness, yet most entanglings hath, As you distinguish’d, undistinct, By power, love, knowledge be, Give me a such self different instinct, Of these let all me elemented be, Of power, to love, to know you unnumbered three. *** This poem is in the public domain, and may be read in a live-streamed worship service. CONTEMPORARY POEM: Peace Malcolm Guite SNIPPET: Not as the world gives, not the victor’s peace, Not to be fought for, hard-won, or achieved, … [ READ THE FULL POEM ]