29 Mar 2020

Hymns on Sunday 29 March 2020

From Hymns On Sunday, 2:30 am on 29 March 2020

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Taizé cross

Taizé cross Photo: Wikimedia Commons

[This programme was first broadcast in April 2019]

SONG: BE STILL FOR THE PRESENCE OF THE LORD 

Artist: Choir of Portsmouth Cathedral, David Price (dir), David Thorne (organ) 
Words/Music: David Evans 
Recording: Herald HAVPCD 205 

Be still, for the presence of the Lord, 
the holy one, is here; 
Come bow before him now 
with reverence and fear: 
In him no sin is found 
we stand on holy ground. 
Be still, for the presence of the Lord, 
the holy one, is here. 
 
Be still, for the glory of the Lord 
is shining all around; 
He burns with holy fire, 
with splendour he is crowned: 
How awesome is the sight 
our radiant king of light! 
Be still, for the glory of the Lord 
is shining all around. 
 
Be still, for the power of the Lord 
is moving in this place; 
He comes to cleanse and heal, 
to minister his grace 
No work too hard for him 
In faith receive from him 
Be still, for the power of the Lord 
is moving in this place. 

SONG: O THOU WHO CAMEST FROM ABOVE 

Artist: Choir of St John’s, Elora, Paul Halley (organ) 
Words/Music: C Wesley/SS Wesley 
Recording: Naxos 8.572540 

O Thou who camest from above, 
the pure celestial fire to impart 
kindle a flame of sacred love 
upon the mean altar of my heart. 
 
There let it for thy glory burn 
with inextinguishable blaze, 
and trembling to its source return, 
in humble prayer and fervent praise. 
 
Jesus, confirm my heart's desire 
to work and speak and think for thee; 
still let me guard the holy fire, 
and still stir up thy gift in me. 
 
Ready for all thy perfect will, 
my acts of faith and love repeat, 
till death thy endless mercies seal, 
and make my sacrifice complete. 

SONG: MY SONG IS LOVE UNKNOWN 

Artist: Choir of St John’s, Elora, Paul Halley (organ) 
Words/Music: Crossman/Ireland 
Recording: Naxos 8.572540 

My song is love unknown, 
My saviour’s love to me; 
Love to the loveless shown, 
That they might lovely be. 
O who am I, that for my sake 
My Lord should take frail flesh and die? 
 
He came from his blest throne 
Salvation to bestow; 
But men made strange, and none 
The longed-for Christ would know: 
But O! my friend, my friend indeed, 
Who at my need his life did spend. 
 
Sometimes they strew His way, 
And His sweet praises sing; 
Resounding all the way 
Hosannas to their King: 
Then “Crucify!” is all their breath, 
And for His death they thirst and cry. 
 
They rise and needs will have 
my dear Lord made away; 
a murderer they save; 
the Prince of Life they slay. 
yet cheerful he to suffering goes 
that he his foes from thence might free. 
 
Here might I stay and sing, 
No story so divine; 
Never was love, dear King! 
Never was grief like thine. 
This is my friend, in whose sweet praise 
I all my days could gladly spend. 

SONG: JESU BLEIBET MEINE FREUDE 

Artist: Albrecht Mayer (oboe), Trinity Baroque, The English Concert 
Words/Music: Bach 
Recording: Decca 478 1517 

Jesus bleibet meine Freude, 
meines Herzens Trost und Saft, 
Jesus wehret allem Leide, 
er ist meines Lebens Kraft, 
 
meiner Augen Lust und Sonne, 
meiner Seele Schatz und Wonne; 
darum laß' ich Jesum nicht 
aus dem Herzen und Gesicht. 

SONG: O SACRED HEAD 

Artist: City of Birmingham Symphony Orch Chorus 
Words/Music: attrib Arnulf of Leuven trans Alexander/Hassler arr Cruger 
Recording: Conifer 500521 

O sacred head, surrounded 
by crown of piercing thorn! 
O bleeding head, so wounded, 
so shamed and put to scorn! 
Our sins have marred the glory 
of thy most holy face, 
yet angel hosts adore Thee 
and tremble as they gaze 
 
I see thy strength and vigour 
all fading in the strife, 
and death with cruel rigor, 
bereaving thee of life; 
O agony and dying! 
O love to sinners free! 
Jesus, all grace supplying, 
O turn thy face on me. 
 
In this thy bitter passion, 
Good shepherd, think of me 
with thy most sweet compassion, 
unworthy though I be: 
beneath thy cross abiding 
for ever would I rest, 
in thy dear love confiding, 
and with thy presence blest. 

SONG: WHAT WONDROUS LOVE IS THIS 

Artist: Kansas City Chorale, Charles Bruffy (dir) 
Words/Music: Anon/Anon 
Recording: Nimbus NI 5568 

What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul, 
what wondrous love is this, O my soul! 
What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss 
to bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul, 
to bear the dreadful curse for my soul! 
 
When I was sinking down, sinking down, sinking down, 
when I was sinking down, sinking down, 
when I was sinking down beneath God's righteous frown, 
Christ laid aside his crown for my soul, for my soul, 
Christ laid aside his crown for my soul! 
 
Ye singed seraphs fly, bear the news, bear the news, 
Ye winged seraphs fly, bear the news. 
Ye winged seraphs fly, like comets thro’ the sky, 
Fill vast eternity, with the news, with the news, 
fill vast eternity, with the news. 
 
And when from death we’re free, we’ll sing on, we’ll sing on; 
and when from death we’re free, we’ll sing on; 
and when from death we’re free, we’ll sing and joyful be, 
and in eternity, we’ll sing on, we’ll sing on; 
and in eternity we’ll sing on. 

SONG: GLORY BE TO JESUS 

Artist: Choir of Trinity College, University of Melbourne, Michael Leighton-Jones (dir) 
Words/Music: Riley/Riley 
Recording: Priory PRCD 720 

Glory be to Jesus, 
who in bitter pains 
poured for me the life blood 
from his sacred veins! 
 
Grace and life eternal 
in that blood I find, 
blest be his compassion 
infinitely kind! 
 
Oft as earth exulting 
Wafts its praise on high, 
Angel hosts rejoicing, 
Make their glad reply. 
 
Lift ye then your voices; 
swell the mighty flood; 
louder still and louder 
praise the precious blood. 

SONG: WHEN I SURVEY THE WONDROUS CROSS 

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. 

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