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Foundling Hospital Chapel edited
The Chapel, Foundling Hospital, as drawn by Thomas Rowlandson and Augustus Charles Pugin for Ackermann's Microcosm of London (1808-11). Source: Wikimedia Commons.


Artist: Choir of Trinity College, University of Melbourne, Michael Leighton Jones (dir)
Words/Music: Farjeon/Trad arr Leighton Jones
Recording: ABC 476509

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day


Artist: OCP Session Choir
Words/Music: Bernadette Farrell
Journeysongs Vol 28

Longing for light, we wait in darkness.
Longing for truth, we turn to you.
Make us your own, your holy people,
light for the world to see.

Christ, be our light!
Shine in our hearts.
Shine through the darkness.
Christ, be our light!
Shine in your church gathered today.

Longing for shelter, many are homeless.
Longing for warmth, many are cold.
Make us your building, sheltering others,
walls made of living stone.

Many the gifts, many the people,
many the hearts that yearn to belong.
Let us be servants to one another,
making your kingdom come.


Artist: Choir of St Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral, Edinburgh
Anon trans Mary Byrne, versified Elinor Hull

Recording: Priory PRCD 376

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
be all else but naught to me, save that thou art;
be thou my best thought in the day and the night,
waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word;
be thou ever with me, and I with thee, Lord;
be thou my great Father: and I thy true son;
be thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight;
be thou my whole armour, thou my true might,
be thou my soul's shelter, be thou my high tower:
O raise thou me heavenward, great power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise
be thou mine inheritance now and always
be thou and thou only, the first in my heart
O Sovereign of Heaven, my treasure thou art.

High King of Heaven, thou Heaven’s bright sun!
O grant me its joys after victory is won,
great heart of my own heart whatever befall,
still be thou my vision, O ruler of all.


Artist: Choir of Newcastle Cathedral, Scott Farrell (dir), Michael Dutton (organ)
Words/Music: Anon/Anon arr Shaw
Recording: Priory PRCD 720

Spirit of mercy, truth, and love,
O shed Thine influence from above;
And still from age to age convey
The wonders of this sacred day.

In every clime, by every tongue,
Be God's surpassing glory sung:
Let all the listening earth be taught
The wonders by our Saviour wrought.

Unfailing Comfort, heavenly Guide,
Still o'er Thy holy Church preside;
Still let mankind Thy blessings prove;
Spirit of mercy, truth, and love.


Artist: St Thomas’ Music Group, Margaret Rizza (dir)
Words/Music: Trad/Rizza
Recording: Kevin Mayhew

Kyrie, eleison
Christe, eleison
Kyrie, exaudi nos, Domine
Kyrie, eleison
Christe, eleison
Kyrie, eleison
Christe, exaudi nos, Domine.

[Lord, have mercy
Christ, have mercy
Lord, hear us
Lord, have mercy
Christ, have mercy
Lord, have mercy
Christ, hear us.]


Artist: Choir of Grace Cathedral, San Francisco
Words/Music: Faber/Zundel
Recording: Grace Cathedral

There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
like the wideness of the sea;
there’s a kindness in his justice,
which is more than liberty.
There is welcome for the sinner,
and more graces for the good!
There is mercy with the Saviour;
there is healing in his blood.

There is no place where earth’s sorrows
are more felt than up in heaven;
there is no place where earth’s failings
have such kindly judgment given.
There is plentiful redemption
in the blood that has been shed;
there is joy for all the members
in the sorrows of the head.

For the love of God is broader
than the measure of the mind;
and the heart of the eternal
is most wonderfully kind.
If our love were but more faithful,
we should take him at his word;
and our lives would be thanksgiving
for the goodness of the Lord.


Artist: Anonymous 4
Words/Music: Walford/Bradbury
Recording: Harmonia Mundi HMU 90 7326

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
That calls me from a world of care
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known!
In seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless:
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my ev'ry care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer,

Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer,
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
"Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!"


Artist: Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Moses Hogan (dir)
Words/Music: Moses Hogan
Recording: Bonneville 510097

My God is so high
You can’t get over Him;
He’s so low
You can’t get under Him
He’s so wide
You can’t get around Him;
You must come in by and through the Lamb

One day as I was walking
along the heavenly road,
my Saviour spoke unto me
and He fill my heart with love.

I’ll take my gospel trumpet
and I’ll begin to blow,
And if my Saviour help me,
I’ll blow wherever I go.
Refrain (x 2)


Artist: Mormon Tabernacle Choir
Music: William Dawson
Recording: Bonneville 510097

Ev’ry time I feel the spirit
movin’ in my heart I will pray
yes ev’ry time I feel the spirit
movin’ in my heart I will pray

Up that mountain my Lord spoke
out of His mouth came fire and smoke
looked all around me, it looked so fine
till I asked the Lord if all was mine

Jordan river is chilly and cold
it chills the body but not the soul
there ain’t but one train upon this track
it runs to heaven and then right back