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Vicars Close
Vicars' Close, Wells, Somerset. Image by Clive Barry. Source: Wikimedia Commons.


Artist: Choir of Wells Cathedral, Rupert Gough (dir), Malcolm Archer (organ)
Words/Music: Dudley-Smith/Archer
Recording: Hyperion 112101

Praise the Lord of heaven!
praise him in the height;
praise him, all his angels;
praise him, hosts of light;!
Sun and moon together,
shining stars aflame,
planets in their courses,
magnify his name!

Earth and ocean, praise him;
mountains, hills and trees;
fire and hail and tempest,
wind and storm and seas.
Praise him, field and forests,
birds on flashing wings,
praise him, beasts and cattle,
all created things.

Now by prince and people,
let his praise be told;
praise him, men and maidens,
praise him, young and old.
He, the Lord of glory!
We, his praise proclaim!
High above all heavens
magnify his name!


Artist: Mormon Tabernacle Choir
Words/Music: Anon adapted Olivers/Lyon, Olivers
Recording: Bonneville 519602

The God of Abraham praise,
all praise be to His name,
who was, and is, and is to be,
fore'er the same!
The one eternal God,
before what now appears;
the First, the Last: beyond all thought
His timeless years!

His Spirit flowing free,
high surging where it will:
in prophet's word He spoke of old,
His voice speaks still.
Established is His law,
and changeless it shall stand,
it lives upon the human heart,
on sea or land.

He has eternal life
implanted in the soul;
His love shall be our strength and stay
while ages roll.
Praise to the living God!
All praise be to His name,
who was, and is, and is to be,
fore'er the same!


Artist: Choir of Belfast Cathedral
Words/Music: Dudley-Smith/Trad
Recording: Priory PRCD 826

O Christ the same, through all our story's pages,
our loves and hopes, our failures and our fears;
eternal Lord, the King of all the ages,
unchanging still, amid the passing years:
O living Word, the source of all creation,
who spread the skies, and set the stars ablaze;
O Christ the same, who wrought our whole salvation,
we bring our thanks for all our yesterdays.

O Christ the same, the friend of sinners, sharing
our inmost thoughts, the secrets none can hide;
still as of old upon your body bearing
the marks of love, in triumph glorified:
O Son of Man, who stooped for us from heaven,
O Prince of life, in all your saving power,
O Christ the same, to whom our hearts are given,
we bring our thanks for this the present hour.

O Christ the same, secure within whose keeping
our lives and loves, our days and years remain,
our work and rest, our waking and our sleeping,
our calm and storm, our pleasure and our pain:
O Lord of love, for all our joys and sorrows,
for all our hopes, when earth shall fade and flee,
O Christ the same, beyond our brief tomorrows,
we bring our thanks for all that is to be.


Artist: Viva Voce, John Rosser (dir), Michael Bell (piano)
Words/Music: Murray/Strathdee
Recording: NZ Hymnbook Trust 941300
Look in wonder, hold in honour
all the beauty of the earth!
World, surrender to her splendor:
God's own blessing for her birth;
   sense and savour every color,
   every season, sun to star,
   see the measure of this treasure,
   all we nurture, all we mar.

Every creature by its nature
shares the cycle, life's design,
every human, man and woman
joins the circle, moves the line;
   look in horror, look in anger--
   these are lifestreams we destroy!
   Tree and river gone forever,
   bird and flower dead to joy.

In this garden, Eve and Adam
still are given time and place,
ours to cherish, our to nourish,
ocean, water, land and space;
   God, unnerve us, God, forgive us:
   how we plunder, waste and war!
   Give new meaning to earth's greening,
   that the beauty thrives once more.


Artist: Colla Voce (Havelock North High School)
Words/Music: David Burt
Recording: RNZ

Saviour, I heard your voice gently say:
Seek you my face, come, walk, child, with me;
Lord Jesus Christ, thy face will I seek,
My heart replies in worship to thee.

Hear, O my Lord, when I call with my voice,
have mercy upon me and answer my cry
In your sweet presence my heart will rejoice,
to our tender call my heart will reply.

Hide not thy face from me, oh Lord
and turn not thy servant in anger away;
My constant help thou hast been till today
so do not forsake me or leave me, oh God.

In your great mercy teach me your way
and out of your paths let me never depart.
Wait on the Lord, be of courage, I say,
and his loving kindness shall strengthen your heart.


Artist: Huddersfield Choral Society
Words/Music: Watts/Baker
Recording: EMI 746202

When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of glory died,
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
save in the death of Christ, my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them through his blood.

See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small.
Love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.


Artist: Scottish Festival Singers
Words/Music: Bernard of Clairvaux trans Palmer/Baker
Recording: Whole World Media Group

Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts,
true source of life, and light of men,
from the best bliss that earth imparts
we turn unfilled to you again.

Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
you rescue those that on you call;
to those that seek you, you are good,
to those that find you all in all.

We taste you the living bread,
and long to feast upon you still;
we drink from you, the fountainhead,
our thirsty souls from you to fill.

Our restless spirits long for you,
whichever way our lot is cast;
glad when your gracious smile we view,
blessed when our faith can hold you fast.

Jesus, forever with us stay,
make all our moments calm and bright;
chase the dark night of sin away,
spread through the world your holy light.


Artist: Scottish Festival Singers
Words/Music: Howe/Trad
Recording: Whole World Media Group

Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning
of his terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet
that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men
before his judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him!
be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies
Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom
that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy,
let us live to make men free,
While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory
of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty,
He is succour to the brave,
so the world shall be his footstool,
and the soul of time his slave,
our God is marching on.