BREATHE ON ME, BREATH OF GOD,
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what Thou dost love,
And do what Thou wouldst do.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Until my heart is pure,
Until my will is one with Thine
To do and to endure.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Till I am wholly Thine,
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
So shall I never die,
But live with Thee the perfect life
Of Thine eternity.
     Edwin Hatch.
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JESUS IS LORD! Creation’s voice proclaims it,
For by His power each tree and flower
Was planned and made.
Jesus is Lord! The universe declares it,
Sun, moon and stars in heaven
Cry, ‘Jesus is Lord!’

     Jesus is Lord! Jesus is Lord!
     Praise Him with hallelujahs,
     For Jesus is Lord!

Jesus is Lord! Yet from His throne eternal
In flesh He came to die in pain
On Calvary’s tree.
Jesus is Lord! From Him all life proceeding,
Yet gave His life a ransom,
Thus setting us free.

Jesus is Lord! O’er sin the mighty conqueror,
From death He rose, and all His foes,
Shall own His name.
Jesus is Lord! God sent His Holy Spirit
To show by works of power,
That Jesus is Lord.
     David J. Mansell.
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COME DOWN, O LOVE DIVINE,
Seek Thou this soul of mine
And visit it with Thine own ardour glowing.
O Comforter, draw near,
Within my heart appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn,
Till earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes, in its heat consuming.
And let Thy glorious light,
Shine ever on my sight,
And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy charity,
Mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness become mine inner clothing.
True lowliness of heart,
Which takes the humbler part,
And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

And so the yearning strong,
With which the soul will long,
Shall far outpass the power of human telling.
For none can guess its grace,
Till he become the place
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.
     Richard F. Littledale
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THINE BE THE GLORY,
Risen, conquering Son.
Endless is the victory,
Thou o’er death hast won.
Angels in bright raiment
Rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded graveclothes,
Where Thy body lay.

     Thine be the glory,
     Risen, conquering Son;
     Endless is the victory
     Thou o’er death hast won!

Lo, Jesus meets us,
Risen from the tomb!
Lovingly He greets us,
Scatters fear and gloom.
Let the church with gladness,
Hymns of triumph sing,
For her Lord now liveth.
Death hath lost its sting.

No more we doubt Thee,
Glorious Prince of life.
Life is naught without Thee:
Aid us in our strife.
Make us more than conquerors,
Through Thy deathless love.
Lead us in Thy triumph,
To Thy home above.
     Edmond Louis Budry.
Contributors:   Revd Canon Chris Bull, Deborah Yeates, Roger Edwards, Sylvia Bentham, Alison Bright
Production:   David Carter