ALLELUIA, ALLELUIA,
   Give thanks to the risen Lord,
   Alleluia, alleluia, give praise to His name.

Jesus is Lord of all the earth,
He is the King of creation.

Spread the good news o’er all the earth,
Jesus has died and has risen.

We have been crucified with Christ,
Now we shall live forever.
God has proclaimed the just reward,
Life for all men, alleluia!

Come let us praise the living God,
Joyfully sing to our Saviour.
Donald Fishel.
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OPEN OUR EYES, LORD,
We want to see Jesus,
To reach out and touch Him,
And say that we love Him.
Open our ears, Lord,
And help us to listen.
Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus.
     Robert Cull.
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THE HEAD THAT ONCE WAS CROWNED WITH THORNS
Is crowned with glory now.
A royal diadem adorns,
The mighty Victor’s brow.

The highest place that heaven affords,
Is His by sovereign right,
The King of kings, the Lord of lords,
And heaven’s eternal light.

The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His name to know.

To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given.
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.

They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above.
Their profit and their joy to know,
The mystery of His love.

The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him.
His people’s hope, His people’s wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
     Thomas Kelly.
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THE CHURCH’S ONE FOUNDATION
Is Jesus Christ, her Lord.
She is His new creation,
By water and the word.
From heaven He came and sought her
To be His holy bride,
With His own blood He bought her,
And for her life He died.

Elect from every nation,
Yet one o’er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation—
One Lord, one faith, one birth.
One holy name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses
With every grace endued.

Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distressed,
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
Their cry goes up, ‘How long?’
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.

’Mid toil, and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation,
Of peace forever more.
Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blessed,
And the great church victorious
Shall be the church at rest.

Yet she on earth hath union
With God the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won:
O happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we,
Like them, the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee.
     Samuel John Stone.
Contributors:   David Carter, Deborah Yeates, Jean Stables, Marie Knight, Sally Clements, Alison Peters
Production:   David Carter