It is for you that I suffer taunts, that shame covers my face, that I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my own mother’s sons. I burn with zeal for your house and taunts against you fall on me.
Corpus Christi (Year C) – 22nd June 2025
O thou, the wisest, mightiest, best, our present food, our future rest, Come, make us each thy chosen guest, Co-heirs...
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