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.
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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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WHEN WE WALK WITH THE LORD
In the light of His word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will,
He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey!

Trust and obey!
For there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus,
But to trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away.
Not a doubt nor a fear,
Not a sigh nor a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey!

Not a burden we bear,
Not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay.
Not a grief nor a loss,
Not a frown nor a cross,
But is blessed if we trust and obey!

But we never can prove,
The delights of His love
Until all on the altar we lay.
For the favour He shows,
And the joy He bestows,
Are for those who will trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we’ll walk by His side in the way.
What He says we will do,
Where He sends, we will go;
Never fear, only trust, and obey!
     John Henry Sammis.
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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 matchless King,
Through all eternity.

Crown Him the Lord of life,
Who triumphed o’er the grave.
And rose victorious in the strife,
For those He came to save:
His glories now we sing,
Who died and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring,
And lives that death may die.

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 years,
The Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me.
Thy praise shall never, never fail,
Throughout eternity.
     Matthew Bridges & Godfrey Thring.
Contributors:   Revd Canon Chris Bull, Deborah Yeates, Jean Stables, Roger Edwards,
Production:   David Carter