DEAR LORD AND FATHER OF MANKIND,
Forgive our foolish ways.
Re clothe us in our rightful mind.
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise,
In deeper reverence, praise.

In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow Thee,
Rise up and follow Thee.

O sabbath rest by Galilee!
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love,
Interpreted by love.

With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown,
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall,
As fell Thy manna down,
As fell Thy manna down.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease.
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess,
The beauty of Thy peace,
The beauty of Thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desire,
Thy coolness and Thy balm.
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire.
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still small voice of calm,
O still small voice of calm!
  John Whittier
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O PRAISE YE THE LORD!
Praise Him in the height.
Rejoice in His word,
Ye angels of light.
Ye heavens adore Him,
By whom ye were made,
And worship before Him
In brightness arrayed.

O praise ye the Lord!
Praise Him upon earth,
In tuneful accord,
Ye sons of new birth.
Praise Him who hath brought you,
His grace from above,
Praise Him who hath taught you,
To sing of His love.

O praise ye the Lord,
All things that give sound.
Each jubilant chord,
Re-echo around:
Loud organs, His glory
Forthtell in deep tone,
And sweet harp, the story
Of what He hath done.

O praise ye the Lord!
Thanksgiving and song
To Him be outpoured
All ages along.
For love in creation,
For heaven restored,
For grace of salvation,
O praise ye the Lord!
     Henry W. Baker.
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GLORIOUS THINGS OF THEE ARE SPOKEN,
Zion, city of our God!
He whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou mayest smile at all thy foes.

See! The streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint, whilst such a river,
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near.
He who gives them daily manna,
He who listens when they cry:
Let Him hear the loud hosanna,
Rising to His throne on high.

Saviour, if of Zion’s city
I, through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy name.
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and show,
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.
     John Newton.
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CHRIST IS MADE THE SURE FOUNDATION,
Christ the Head and Cornerstone,
Chosen of the Lord and precious,
Binding all the church in one;
Holy Zion’s help for ever,
And her confidence alone.

All within that holy city
Dearly loved of God on high,
In exultant jubilation
Sing, in perfect harmony.
God the One-in-Three adoring,
In glad hymns eternally.

We as living stones invoke You:
Come among us, Lord, today!
With Your gracious loving-kindness
Hear Your children as we pray;
And the fullness of Your blessing
In our fellowship display.

Here entrust to all Your servants
What we long from You to gain –
That on earth and in the heavens
We one people shall remain,
Till united in Your glory
Evermore with You we reign.

Praise and honour to the Father,
Praise and honour to the Son,
Praise and honour to the Spirit,
Ever Three and ever One:
One in power and one in glory
While eternal ages run.
     J.M. Neale

Contributors:   Revd Graham Summers, Mary Lee, Deborah Yeates, Tim Podesta, Sally Clements, Alison Bright

Production:   David Carter