Offertory Response

Every Sunday, following the offering, our congregation sings the following:

We give Thee but Thine own,
Whate’er the gift may be;
All that we have is Thine alone,
A trust, O Lord, from Thee. Amen.

And the tune goes like this:

Linnaea, for a very long time (relatively speaking, of course), has been singing this little verse in her own way. Why she picked it up instead of some other part of the Liturgy, we have no idea.

This evening, when Pater came home, he draped his fencing jacket over his daughter’s shoulders and she apparently determined that he had vested her in clerical garments, because she started processing about the house waving her arms and saying something roughly suggestive of “…in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” Though distracted by hockey and cats, she still managed to offer, with her customary benediction at the end:

A short time later, Pater tried to capture a less distracted, more typical rendition, but someone was only interested in watching herself on the camera, and thus the verse was… a bit rushed:

Bless you, Amen!