Sunday, 1 February 2015
St Patrick's Catholic Church (1873), Makara, Wellington, New Zealand. Image by Phillip Capper. Source: Wikimedia Commons.
SONG: THINE BE THE GLORY
Artist: Liverpool Cathedral Choir, massed choirs from Merseyside, brass ensemble
Words/Music: Budry trans Hoyle/Handel
Recording: Virgin 759031
Thine be the glory,
risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory,
thou o'er death hast won;
angels in bright raiment
rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave clothes
where thy body lay.
Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
Endless is the vict'ry, thou o'er death hast won.
Lo! Jesus meets us,
risen from the tomb;
Lovingly he greets us,
scatters fear and gloom;
let the church with gladness,
hymns of triumph sing;
for her Lord now liveth,
death hath lost its sting.
No more we doubt thee,
glorious prince of life;
life is naught without thee;
aid us in our strife;
make us more than conquerors,
through thy deathless love:
bring us safe through Jordan
to thy home above.
SONG: LIFT HIGH THE CROSS
Artist: Choir of Sacred Heart Cathedral, Wellington
Words/Music: Kitchin revised Newbolt/Nicholson
Recording: RNZ CD 812
Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim
till all the world adore his sacred name.
Come, brethren follow where our Saviour trod,
Our king victorious, Christ, the son of God.
Led on their way by this triumphant sign,
The hosts of God in conquering ranks combine.
Each newborn soldier of the Crucified
bears on the brow the seal of him who died.
From north and south, from east and west they raise
in growing unison their songs of praise.
For thy blest Cross which doth for all atone
creation's praises rise before thy throne.
SONG: MY SHEPHERD WILL SUPPLY MY NEED
Artist: Cathedral Choral Society, Washington
Recording: Gothic G 49112
My shepherd will supply my need --
Jehovah is his name.
In pastures fresh he makes me feed
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wand'ring spirit back
When I forsake his ways
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
When I walk thro' the shades of death
Thy presence is my stay;
One word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.
The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise.
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.
SONG: PSALM 122 I WAS GLAD
Artist: Lichfield Cathedral Choir
Words/Music: Psalm 122/Harris
I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the Lord.
Our feet shall stand within thy gates, O Jerusalem.
Jerusalem is builded as a city that is compact together:
Whither the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord, unto the testimony of Israel, to give thanks unto the name of the Lord.
For there are set thrones of judgment, the thrones of the house of David.
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they shall prosper that love thee.
Peace be within thy walls, and prosperity within thy palaces.
For my brethren and companions' sakes, I will now say, Peace be within thee.
Because of the house of the Lord our God I will seek thy good.
[King James Version] (KJV)
SONG: ALLELUYA, SING TO JESUS
Artist: Temple Church Choir
Recording: EMI 948306
Alleluia! Sing to Jesus;
his the scepter, his the throne;
Alleluia! his the triumph,
his the victory alone!
Hark! The songs of peaceful Zion
thunder like a mighty flood:
"Jesus out of every nation
has redeemed us by his blood."
Alleluia! King eternal,
Thee, the Lord of Lords, we own;
Alleluia! born of Mary,
earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne.
Thou withing the veil hast entered,
robed in flesh, our great high priest;
Thou on earth both priest and victim
in the Eucharistic feast.
SONG: CHRIST IS MADE THE SURE FOUNDATION
Artist: Choir of Westminster Abbey
Words/Music: Anon trans Neale/Purcell
Recording: Hyperion 712801
Christ is made the sure foundation,
Christ the Head and Corner-stone,
Chosen of the Lord, and precious,
Binding all the Church in one,
Holy Sion's help for ever,
And her confidence alone.
All that dedicated city,
Dearly loved of God on high,
In exultant jubilation
Pours perpetual melody;
God the One in Three adoring
In glad hymns eternally.
To this temple, where we call Thee,
Come, O Lord of Hosts, to-day;
With Thy wonted loving-kindness,
Hear Thy servants as they pray;
And Thy fullest benediction
Shed within its walls alway.
Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants
What they ask of Thee to gain,
What they gain from Thee, for ever
With the blessèd to retain,
And hereafter in Thy glory
Evermore with Thee to reign.
SONG: AND CAN IT BE
Artist: Choir of Methodist Central Hall, Westminster
Words/Music: C Wesley/Campbell
Recording: Abbey 280828
And can it be that I should gain
An int'rest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? [Repeat last two lines]
'Tis mystery all! Th'Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine!
'Tis mercy all! let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more. [Repeat last two lines]
He left His Father's throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace;
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race;
'Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me. [Repeat last two lines]
Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth and followed Thee. [Repeat last two lines]
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th'eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own. [Repeat last two lines]