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Pohutukawa tree taken at Cornwallis Beach, West Auckland

Pohutukawa tree taken at Cornwallis Beach, West Auckland Photo: Kauhura, Wikimedia Commons

SONG: PRAISE, MY SOUL, THE KING OF HEAVEN

Artist: Choir of Wells Cathedral, Malcolm Archer (dir). Rupert Gough (organ)
Words/Music: Lyte/Goss
Recording: Hyperion 112102

Praise, my soul, the king of heaven;
to his feet thy tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
who like we his praise should sing:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise the everlasting king.

Praise him for his grace and favour
to our fathers in distress;
praise him still the same as ever,
slow to chide and swift to bless:
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glorious in his faithfulness.

Father-like, he tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame he knows;
in his hand he gently bears us,
rescues us from all our foes.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Widely as his mercy flows.

Angels, in the height adore him,
ye behold him face to face;
saints triumphant before him,
gathered in from ev’ry race,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Praise with us the God of grace.

SONG: PSALM 23 (BROTHER JAMES’ AIR)

Artist: Choir of Clare College, Cambridge, Timothy Brown (dir)
Words/Music: Psalm 23/Bain arr Jacob
Recording: Guild GMCD 7109

The Lord's my Shepherd; I'll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of blessedness,
E'en for His own name's sake.

Yea, though I pass through shadowed vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head with oil Thou dost anoint,
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my days
Will surely follow me;
And in my heart forevermore
Thy dwelling place shall be.:

SONG: WHEN ALL THY MERCIES, O MY GOD

Artist: Choir of St Chad’s Cathedral, Birmingham, David Saint (dir), Nigel Morris (organ)
Words/Music: Addison/Ouseley
Recording: Priory PRCD 723

When all thy mercies, O my God,
my rising soul surveys,
transported with the view, I'm lost
in wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
thy tender care bestowed,
before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flowed.

When in the slippery paths of youth
with boundless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,
and led me up again.

When worn with sickness oft hast thou
with health renewed my face;
and when in sins and sorrows sunk,
revived my soul with grace.

Through all eternity to thee
a joyful song I'll raise;
for O, eternity's too short
to utter all thy praise!

SONG: O CHRISTE DOMINE JESU

Artist: St Thomas’ Music Group, Margaret Rizza (dir)
Words/Music: Berthier
Recording: Alliance Music 1999

O Christe Domine Jesu,
O Christe Domine Jesu

I will hear what the Lord God has to say,
a voice that speaks of peace.
Peace for his people and his friends,
and those whose hearts turn to him.

My soul is waiting for the Lord, I count on his word.
Because with the Lord there is mercy and fullness of redemption.

SONG: TELL ME THE OLD, OLD, STORY

Artist: Upper Norwood Salvation Army Band
Words/Music: Hankey/Doane
Recording: Word SALCD 002

[Instrumental version]

Tell me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory,
Of Jesus and his love.
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child;
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.

Refrain:
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.


Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in -
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning
Has passed away at noon.
Refrain:

SONG: SOLDIERS OF CHRIST, ARISE

Artist: Choir of Wakefield Cathedral, Jonathan Bielby (dir), Louise Marsh (organ)
Words/Music: C Wesley/Monk
Recording: Priory PRCD 711

Soldiers of Christ, arise
And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Thro' His eternal Son;

Strong in the Lord of hosts
And in His mighty power.
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts
Is more than conqueror.

Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued.
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.

Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul;
Take ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace.
And fortify the whole.

From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle and fight and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down,
And win the well-fought day.

That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may overcome thro' Christ alone
And stand complete at last.

SONG: TO GOD BE THE GLORY

Artist: Jubilate Singers of Christchurch
Words/Music: Crosby/Doane
Recording: RNZ CD 809

To God be the glory, great things he has done;
so loved he the world that he gave us his Son,
who yielded his life an atonement for sin,
and opened the lifegate that all may go in.

Refrain:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord; let the earth hear his voice!
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord; let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father through Jesus the Son,
and give him the glory; great things he has done.


Great things he has taught us, great things he has done,
and great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son;
but purer and higher and greater will be
our wonder, our rapture, when Jesus we see.
Refrain:

SONG: LOVE DIVINE, ALL LOVES EXCELLING

Artist: Choir of Westminster Abbey, James O’Donnell (dir), Robert Quinney (organ)
Words/Music: C Wesley/Rowland
Recording: Hyperion 712801

Love divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down,
fix in us thy humble dwelling;
all thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesu, thou art all compassion;
pure, unbounded love thou art;
visit us with thy salvation;
enter every trembling heart.

Come, Almighty, to deliver;
let us all thy life receive;
suddenly return, and never,
nevermore thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
serve thee as thy hosts above,
pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
glory in thy perfect love.

Finish then thy new creation;
pure and spotless let us be;
let us see thy great salvation
perfectly restored in thee:
changed from glory into glory,
till in heaven we take our place,
till we cast our crowns before thee,
lost in wonder, love, and praise.