O LORD MY GOD! when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hand hath made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.

And when I think that God His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die—I scarce can take it in.
That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin:

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home—what joy shall fill my heart!
Then shall I bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
     Stuart K. Hine.
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CHRIST, WHOSE GLORY FILLS THE SKIES,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Sun of righteousness, arise,
Triumph o’er the shades of night:
Day-spring from on high, be near.
Day-star in my heart appear.

Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee.
Joyless is the day’s return,
Till Thy mercy’s beams I see.
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

Visit then this soul of mine.
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief.
Fill me, radiancy divine.
Scatter all my unbelief.
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
     Charles Wesley
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LET ALL MORTAL FLESH keep silence
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly minded,
For with blessing in His hand
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.

King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood:
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heavenly food.

Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the powers of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.

At His feet the six-winged seraph;
Cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the Presence,
As with ceaseless voice they cry,
Alleluia, alleluia,
Alleluia, Lord most high!
     Gerard Moultrie
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BE THOU MY VISION, O Lord of my heart,
Be all else but naught to me, save that Thou art.
Be Thou my best thought in the day and the night,
Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my wisdom, be Thou my true word,
Be Thou ever with me, and I with Thee, Lord.
Be Thou my great Father, and I Thy true son.
Be Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight.
Be Thou my whole armour, be Thou my true might.
Be Thou my soul’s shelter, be Thou my strong tower:
O raise Thou me heavenward, great Power of my power.

Riches I need not, nor man’s empty praise:
Be Thou mine inheritance now and always.
Be Thou and Thou only the first in my heart:
O Sovereign of heaven, my treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, Thou heaven’s bright Sun,
O grant me its joys after victory is won.
Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be Thou my vision, O Ruler of all.
Mary E. Byrne & Eleanor H. Hull

Contributors:   Revd Samuel S Thorp, David Barkel, David Carter, Roger and Christine Edwards, Ros Morton, David Winder

Production:   David Carter