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Praying Hands Albrecht Durer
Praying Hands (Betende Hände) by Albrecht Dürer. Source: Wikimedia Commons.

SONG: LORD ENTHRONED IN HEAVENLY SPLENDOUR

Artist: Elora Festival Singers, Noel Edison (dir), Matthew Larkin (organ)
Words/Music: Bourne/Willan
Recording: Naxos 8.557734

Lord, enthroned in heavenly splendor,
first-begotten from the dead.
Thou alone, our strong defender,
liftest up thy people's head.
Alleluia!
Jesus, true and living bread!

Here our humblest homage pay we,
here in loving reverence bow;
here for faith's discernment pray we,
lest we fail to know thee now.
Alleluia!
Thou art here, we ask not how.

Though the lowliest form doth veil thee
as of old in Bethlehem,
here as there thine angels hail thee,
branch and flower of Jesse's stem.
Alleluia!
We in worship join with them.

Paschal Lamb, thine offering, finished
once for all when thou was slain,
in its fullness undiminished
shall for evermore remain.
Alleluia!
Cleansing souls from every stain.

Life-imparting heavenly manna,
stricken rock with streaming side,
heaven and earth with loud hosanna
worship thee, the lamb who died.
Alleluia!
Risen, ascended, glorified!

SONG: AIN'-A THAT GOOD NEWS!

Artist: The Graduate Choir, Terence Maskell (dir)
Words/Music: Trad/Trad arr Dawson
Recording: Move 743142

I got a crown up in-a that kingdom
Ain’-a that good news,
I got a crown up in-a that kingdom
Ain’-a that good news.
I’m gonna lay down this world
gonna shoulder up-a my cross.
Gonna take it home-a to my Jesus
ain’-a that good news, (good news).

I got a harp up in-a that kingdom
Ain’-a that good news,
I got a harp up in-a that kingdom
Ain’-a that good news.
I’m gonna lay down this world
gonna shoulder up-a my cross.
Gonna take it home-a to my Jesus
ain’-a that good news, (good news).

I got a robe up in-a that kingdom
Ain’-a that good news,
I got a robe up in-a that kingdom
Ain’-a that good news.
I’m gonna lay down this world
gonna shoulder up-a my cross.
Gonna take it home-a to my Jesus
ain’-a that good news, (good news).

I got a saviour up in-a that kingdom
Ain’-a that good news,
I got a saviour up in-a that kingdom
Ain’-a that good news.
I’m gonna lay down this world
gonna shoulder up-a my cross.
Gonna take it home-a to my Jesus
ain’-a that good news, (good news).

SONG: ABIDE WITH ME

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

[Instrumental version]

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.

SONG: O HOLY SPIRIT, HEAR US AS WE PRAY

Artist: Festival Singers
Words/Music: Kaan/Klusmeier
Recording: FPCD2007

O Holy Spirit, hear us as we pray:
renew your people's faith day by day.
Free us from the chaos of night and deepness;
in our life and death cheer and keep us.
Kyrieleis, Kyrieleis, Kyrieleis.

Uproot and teach us by your restless love
to share with all what we are and have;
that with strong affection, in truth and doing,
we may love all life, peace pursuing.
Kyrieleis, Kyrieleis, Kyrieleis.

You plead our cause, and by your gift of peace
from fear of death our lives are released.
How we need your presence, O gift from heaven,
all our words and deeds to enliven.
Kyrieleis, Kyrieleis, Kyrieleis.
Kyrieleis, Kyrieleis, Kyrieleis.

SONG: LORD, FROM THE DEPTHS TO THEE I CRIED

Artist: Scottish Philharmonic Singers
Words/Music: Psalm 130/Wilson
Recording: Abbey 282830

Lord, from the depths to thee I cry’d.
My voice, Lord, do thou hear:
Unto my supplication’s voice
give an attentive ear.

Lord, who shall stand, if thou, O Lord,
should’st mark iniquity?
But yet with thee forgiveness is,
that fear’d thou mayest be.

I wait for God, my soul doth wait,
my hope is in his word.
More than they that for morning watch,
my soul waits for the Lord;

I say, more than they that do watch
the morning light to see.
Let Israel hope in the Lord,
for with him mercies be;

And plenteous redemption
is ever found with him.
And from all his iniquities
he Israel shall redeem.

SONG: OUT OF THE DEEP I HAVE CALLED TO THEE, O LORD

Artist: Choir of Westminster Abbey
Words/Music: Psalm 130/Purcell adapted Turle
Recording: Virgin 545036

OUT of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord; Lord, hear my voice.
O let thine ears consider well the voice of my complaint.
If thou, LORD, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss, O Lord, who may abide it?
For there is mercy with thee; therefore shalt thou be feared.
I look for the LORD; my soul doth wait for him; in his word is my trust.
My soul fleeth unto the Lord before the morning watch; I say, before the morning watch.
O Israel, trust in the LORD; for with the LORD there is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption.
And he shall redeem Israel from all his sins.

SONG: SIYAHAMBA

Artist: American Spiritual Ensemble
Words/Music: Anon
Recording: American Spiritual Ensemble 2009

Siyahamb’ ekukhanyen’ kwenkhos’,
siyahamb’ ekukhanyen’ kwenkhos’.
Siyahamb’ ekukhanyen’ kwenkhos’,
siyahamb’ ekukhanyen’ kwenkhos’.
Siyahamba,
Oo siyahamb’ ekukhanyen’ kwenkhos’.
Siyahamba,
Oo siyahamb’ ekukhanyen’ kwenkhos'.

We are marching in the light of God,
we are marching in the light of God.
We are marching in the light of God,
we are marching in the light of God.
We are marching,
Oo we are marching in the light of God.
We are marching,
Oo we are marching in the light of God.

SONG: CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS

Artist: Huddersfield Choral Society
Words/Music: Bridges, Thring/Elvey
Recording: EMI 746202

Crown him with many crowns,
the lamb upon his throne.
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
of him who died for thee,
and hail him as thy chosen king
through all eternity.

Crown him the lord of love,
behold his hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above,
in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky
can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
at mysteries so bright.

Crown him the lord of peace,
whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
and round his piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise
extend their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown him the Lord of heav'n,
Enthroned in worlds above;
Crown him the King to whom is giv'n
The wondrous name of Love.
All hail, redeemer, hail!
For thou has died for me;
Thy praise will never ever fail
throughout eternity.