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Words & Music by Bob Franke
Arranged by Carl-Eric Tangen

Lyrics:
When the angel arrives there will be terror, but say yes
The sound of wings like the breaking of a mirror, but say yes
It will arrive where you’re little and you’re scared
It will lay claim to the things you’ve never shared
And though your heart and your soul are unprepared, say yes

And it may tear you from home and family, but say yes
It may demand you become a refugee, but say yes
And when you’re cold, and you’re hungry, and you’re poor
When you’re in pain in a room without a door
And when the angel returns and asks for more, say yes

Hail! full of grace, the Lord is with you
Worlds without end depend on you
Blessed is the one whom your bring forth
Who no one else can bring

When the legions of angels call you blessed, say yes
And were you faithful in each and every test? Say yes
And when they ask you in story and in song,
Were you upheld and protected all along?
Did the power of the spirit keep you strong? Say yes

Original version:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-5-XqZ-oPs

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Say Yes

Say Yes (by Bob Franke)

There are a lot of fine arrangements and interpretations of this incredible Jean Ritchie song, but here is mine instead. I did this arrangement of this for church the week of her death in June of 2015. She left us with a timely, prophetic, and relevant song. 

NOW IS THE COOL OF THE DAY
by Jean Ritchie, arrangement & additional lyrics by Carl-Eric Tangen

My Lord, he said unto me,
"Do you like my garden so fair?
You may live in this garden if you'll keep the grasses green
And I'll return in the cool of the day?

Then my Lord, he said unto me,
"Do you like my pastures so green?
You may live in this garden if you will feed my sheep
And I'll return in the cool of the day"

Now is the cool of the day
Now is the cool of the day
This earth is a garden, the garden of my Lord
And he walks in his garden
In the cool of the day

Then my Lord, he said unto me,
"Do you like my garden so free?
You may live in this garden if you'll keep the people free
And I'll return in the cool of the day"

Now is the cool of the day
Now is the cool of the day
This earth is a garden, the garden of my Lord
And he walks in his garden
Now is the cool of the day
Now is the cool of the day
I have heard his voice behind me whispering, "Do not fear,
For I walk in my garden,
Let us walk in my garden,
For I walk in my garden,
In the cool of the day"

Now Is The Cool of the Day (by Jean Ritchie)

COME DOWN O LOVE DIVINE
Bianco da Siena, d. 1434

Come down, O love divine,
seek thou this soul of mine,
and visit it with thine own ardor glowing;
O Comforter, draw near,
within my heart appear,
and kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn,
till earthly passions turn
to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
and let thy glorious light
shine ever on my sight,
and clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy charity
mine outward vesture be,
and lowliness become mine inner clothing;
true lowliness of heart,
which takes the humbler part,
and o'er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

And so the yearning strong,
with which the soul will long,
shall far outpass the power of human telling;
for none can guess its grace,
till Love create a place
wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.

Hymns

Come Down, O Love Divine

Hear my prayer, O Lord
And give ear to my cry for mercy
Hear my prayer, O Lord
And give ear to my cry for mercy
In your faithfulness, answer me
In your righteousness
Hear my prayer, O Lord
And give ear to my cry for mercy
Hear my prayer, O Lord
And give ear to my cry for mercy
In your faithfulness, answer me
In your righteousness, answer me
Lord, have mercy
Hear my prayer, O Lord
And give ear to my cry for mercy
Hear my prayer, O Lord
And give ear to my cry for mercy

(cc) 2016 Carl-Eric Tangen

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Hear My Prayer (Psalm 143)

LYRICS:

We were lovers once
looking for the glass in the desert sand;
you cut your hand.
And we came upon the embered moon 
at the mouth of the river wide,
the ocean smiled, "Welcome home."

We were brothers then
writhing in our blood before the dawn,
"What have I done?"
And we watched and prayed,
waiting for some star-sign in the night

And in the winter Francis spoke to the almond tree:
"Come alive and speak to me of God."

Now the pillars rise from our tongues
It is making new all that once was dead,
the leavened bread.
And what is age but the nearness of our birth?

And we pray for the lost
and the weeds to grow 
and split the cracks inside the soul.
Grace's thorny eyes will cut right through you.
The saints, they know 
that the road to heaven and hell
leads right through each of us,
take shelter in the broken hallelujah.

"Kyrie eleison, Christe eleison."



Carl-Eric Tangen

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