23 Apr 2017

Hymns on Sunday, 23 April 2017

From Hymns On Sunday, 7:30 am on 23 April 2017

A selection of traditional and modern hymns. We're into the period of Eastertide (the 50 days from Easter Sunday to Pentecost Sunday) and today's programme includes some resurrection-themed hymns as well as hymns to mark ANZAC Day on 25 April.

White and red poppies

White and red poppies Photo: Unable to find


Artist: Choir of Yorkminster Park Baptist Church, Catherine Palmer (dir), Ronald Jordan (organ)
Words/Music: Lowry/Lowry
Recording: Marquis

Low in the grave He lay
Jesus my Saviour!
Waiting the coming day
Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His foes
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed
Jesus, my Saviour!
Vainly they seal the dead
Jesus my Lord!

Death cannot keep his prey
Jesus, my Saviour!
He tore the bars away
Jesus my Lord!


Artist: Choir of Selwyn College, Cambridge/Sarah MacDonald (dir), Daveth Clark (org)
Words/Music: Gellert trans Cox/Gauntlett
Recording: Priory PRCD 714

Jesus lives! thy terrors now
Can, O Death, no more appal us;
Jesus lives! by this we know
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthrall us.

Jesus lives! henceforth is death
But the gate of life immortal;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.

Jesus lives! for us He died;
Then, alone to Jesus living,
Pure in heart may we abide,
Glory to our Saviour giving.

Jesus lives! our hearts know well
Naught from us His love shall sever;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from His keeping ever.

Jesus lives! to Him the throne
Over all the world is given:
May we go where He is gone,
Rest and reign with Him in Heaven.


Artist: Choir of Sheffield Cathedral
Words/Music: Watts/Croft
Recording: Priory 713

O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home:

Under the shadow of thy throne
thy saints have dwelt secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received its frame,
from everlasting thou art God,
to endless years the same.

A thousand ages in thy sight
are like an evening gone,
short as the watch that ends the night
before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
bears all our years away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
be thou our guard while troubles last,
and our eternal home.


Artist: NZ Community Trust Woolston Brass/David Gallagher
Words/Music: Lyte/Monk arr Kenneth Young
Recording: Woolston Brass CDWB3896340

[Arrangement of the tune ‘Eventide’ for brass band]

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.


Artist: Viva Voce/John Rosser (dir), Michael Bell (org)
Words/Music: Murray/Gibson
Recording: NZ Hymnbook Trust 941300

Honour the dead, our country's fighting brave,
honour our children left in foreign grave,
where poppies blow and sorrow seeds her flowers,
honour the crosses marked forever ours.

Weep for the places ravaged by our blood,
weep for the young bones buried in the mud,
weep for the powers of violence and greed,
weep for the deals done in the name of need.

Honour the brave whose conscience was their call,
answered no bugle, went against the wall,
suffered in prisons of contempt and shame,
branded as cowards, in our country's name.

Weep for the waste of all that might have been,
weep for the cost that war has made obscene,
weep for the homes that ache with human pain,
weep that we ever sanction war again.

Honour the dream for which our nation bled,
held now in trust to justify the dead,
honour their vision on this solemn day:
peace known in freedom, peace the only way.


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

Lead me from death to life,
from falsehood to truth;
lead me from despair to hope,
from fear to trust;
lead me from hate to love,
from war to peace,
let peace fill our hearts,
our world, our universe,
let peace fill our hearts,
our world, our universe,
peace, peace, peace.


Artist: St Peter’s Anglican Church, Takapuna
Words/Music: Murray/Trad
Recording: Radio NZ recording

Christ is our peace, Christ is our health,
he the true Word, his the true wealth
gifts to be shared by the simple and poor:
peace in your land, peace at your door.

Peace in your mouth, peace in the hands
open to truth, to love's demand;
those who would go with Christ also must bleed -
bright is the flower, burst is the seed.

Who work for peace find the true wealth,
who heal the hurt find their own helath
peace will flow on through the hearts that believe:
this may we know, thus may we live.


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

O day of peace that dimly shines
through all our hopes and prayers and dreams,
guide us to justice, truth, and love,
delivered from our selfish schemes.
May swords of hate fall from our hands,
our hearts from envy find release,
till by God’s grace our warring world
shall see Christ’s promised reign of peace.

Then shall the wolf dwell with the lamb,
nor shall the fierce devour the small;
as beasts and cattle calmly graze,
a little child shall lead them all.
Then enemies shall learn to love,
all creatures find their true accord;
the hope of peace shall be fulfilled,
for all the earth shall know the Lord.

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