Please turn to Number 67 (First Tune) and join with the clarinets in “Jesus, Name All Names Above”.
Number: 67 (First Tune)
First Line: Jesus, Name All Names Above
Name: NAME OF JESUS.
Meter: 7 6, 7 6, 8 8, 7 7.
Music: Ralph Alvin Strom, 1901-
Text: Theoctistus of the Studium, cir. 890
Tr. John Mason Neale, 1818-66 a.
Here is the pdf of the clarinet arrangement:067a-jesusnameallnamesabove
This setting is pretty modern sounding in its harmonies. Each part doubled, twice through. Audacity “Medium Room” Reverb Effect applied.
Naturally, “Theoktistus” I cannot resist researching a great name.
“Theoktistus was a monk at the great monastery of the Studium in Constantinople, circa 890. John Neale called him a friend of St. Joseph. Theoktistus’ only known work is Suppliant Canon to Jesus, found at the end of the Paracletice or Great Octoechus, a volume in eight parts, containing the Ferial Office for eight weeks.”
This is the full text of the Canto John Mason Neale translated:
Jesu, Name all names above,
Jesu, best and dearest,
Jesu, Fount of perfect love,
Holiest, tenderest, nearest;
Jesu, source of grace completest,
Jesu purest, Jesu sweetest,
Jesu, Well of power Divine,
Make me, keep me, seal me Thine!
Jesu, open me the gate
That of old he enter’d,
Who, in that most lost estate,
Wholly on Thee ventur’d;
Thou, Whose Wounds are ever pleading,
And Thy Passion interceding,
From my misery let me rise
To a Home in Paradise!
Thou didst call the Prodigal:
Thou didst pardon Mary:
Thou Whose words can never fall,
Love can never vary:
Lord, to heal my lost condition,
Give—for Thou canst give—contrition;
Thou canst pardon all mine ill
If Thou wilt: O say, “I will!”
Woe, that I have turned aside
After fleshly pleasure!
Woe, that I have never tried
For the Heavenly Treasure!
Treasure, safe in Home supernal;
Treasure no less price hath won
Than the Passion of The Son!
Jesu, crown’d with Thorns for me,
Scourged for my transgression,
Witnessing, through agony,
That Thy good confession!
Jesu, clad in purple raiment,
For my evils making payment;
Let not all Thy woe and pain,
Let not Calvary, be in vain!
When I reach Death’s bitter sea
And its waves roll higher,
Help the more forsaking me
As the storm draws nigher:
Jesu, leave me not to languish,
Helpless, hopeless, full of anguish!
Tell me,—”Verily I say,
Thou shalt be with Me to-day!”