Sunday, 17 April 2016

SONG: PRAISE, MY SOUL, THE KING OF HEAVEN

Artist: Huddersfield Choral Society
Words/Music: Lyte/Goss
Recording: EMI 746202

Praise, my soul, the king of heaven;
to his feet thy tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
who like we his praise should sing:
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
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:
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
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.
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
Widely as his mercy flows.

Angels, help us to adore him,
ye behold him face to face;
sun and moon bow down before him,
dwellers all in time and space,
Praise him, praise him, praise him, praise him,
Praise with us the God of grace.

SONG: O THOU MY SOUL, BLESS GOD THE LORD

Artist: Scottish Philharmonic Singers, Ian McCrorie (dir), John Langdon (organ)
Words/Music: Psalm 103/Anon
Recording: Abbey 282830

O thou my soul, bless God the Lord;
and all that in me is
Be stirred up his holy name
to magnify and bless.

Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,
and not forgetful be
Of all his gracious benefits
he hath bestow’d on thee.

All thine iniquities who doth
most graciously forgive:
Who thy diseases all and pains
doth heal, and thee relieve.

Who doth redeem thy life, that thou
to death may’st not go down;
Who thee with loving-kindness doth
and tender mercies crown:

Who with abundance of good things
doth satisfy thy mouth;
So that, ev’n as the eagle’s age,
renewed is thy youth.

SONG: GREAT IS THY FAITHFULNESS

Artist: Wells Cathedral Choir, Malcolm Archer (dir), Rupert Gough (organ)
Words/Music: Chisholm/Runyon
Recording: Hyperion 112105

"Great is thy faithfulness," O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with thee;
Thou changest not, thy compassions, they fail not;
As thou hast been thou for ever wilt be.

Refrain:
"Great is thy faithfulness!
Great is thy faithfulness!"
Morning by morning new mercies I see:
All I have needed thy hand hath provided,
"Great is thy faithfulness," Lord unto me!

Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
Refrain:

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Refrain:

SONG: COLNE

Artist: Woolston Brass Band, David Gallaher (dir)
Music: Anon arr Rive
Recording: Private 930

Words: Oxenham
'Mid all the traffic of the ways,
Turmoils without, within,
Make in my heart a quiet place,
And come and dwell therein:

A little shrine of quietness,
All sacred to thyself,
Where thou shalt all my soul possess,
And I my find myself:

A little place of mystic grace,
Of self and sin swept bare,
Where I may look into thy face,
And talk with thee in prayer.

Come occupy my silent place,
And make thy dwelling there!
More grace is wrought in quietness
Than any is aware.

SONG: MY SHEPHERD WILL SUPPLY MY NEED

Artist: Cathedral Choral Society, Washington National Cathedral, J Reilly Lewis (dir)
Words/Music: Watts/Trad
Recording: Gothic G49112

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: COME, WE THAT LOVE THE LORD

Artist: Choir of All Saints Episcopal Church, Beverly Hills, Thomas Foster (dir), Craig Phillips (organ)
Words/Music: Watts/Dirksen
Recording: Gothic 349074

Come, we that love the Lord,
and let our joys be known;
join in a song with sweet accord
and thus surround the throne.

Refrain:
Hosanna, hosanna!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing.

Let those refuse to sing
who never knew our God;
but children of the heavenly King
may speak their joys abroad.
Refrain:

The heirs of grace have found
glory begun below;
celestial fruits on earthly ground
from faith and hope may grow.
Refrain:

Then let our songs abound,
and every tear be dry;
we're marching through Emmanuel's ground
to fairer worlds on high.
Refrain:

SONG: JESUS SHALL REIGN WHERE’ER THE SUN

Artist: Huddersfield Choral Society
Words/Music: Watts/Duckworth
Recording: Decca 448684

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
doth its successive journeys run,
his kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
till suns shall rise and set no more.

People and realms of every tongue
dwell on his love with sweetest song,
and infant voices shall proclaim
their loud hosannas to his name.

Blessings abound where'er he reigns:
the prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
the weary find eternal rest,
and all the sons of want blest.

Let every creature rise and bring
his grateful honours to our King,
angels descend with songs again,
and earth prolong the joyful strain.

SONG: BE THOU MY VISION

Artist: Choir of Yorkminster Park Baptist Church, Catherine Palmer (dir), Ronald Jordan (organ)
Words/Music: Anon trans Mary Byrne, versified Elinor Hull/Trad
Recording: Marquis

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.

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.

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.