HERE IS LOVE vast as the ocean,

Loving kindness as the flood,

When the Prince of life, our ransom

Shed for us His precious blood.

Who His love will not remember?

Who can cease to sing His praise?

He can never be forgotten

Throughout heaven’s eternal days.

 

On the Mount of Crucifixion

Fountains opened deep and wide;

Through the floodgates of God’s mercy

Flowed a vast and gracious tide.

Grace and love, like mighty rivers,

Poured incessant from above,

And heaven’s peace and perfect justice

Kissed a guilty world in love.

    William Rees.

WILL YOU COME AND FOLLOW ME

If I but call your name?

Will you go where you don’t know

And never be the same?

Will you let My love be shown,

Will you let My name be known,

Will you let My life be grown in you,

And you in Me?

 

Will you leave yourself behind

If I but call your name?

Will you care for cruel and kind

And never be the same?

Will you risk the hostile stare,

Should your life attract or scare?

Will you let Me answer prayer

In you and you in Me?

 

Will you let the blinded see

If I but call your name?

Will you set the prisoners free

And never be the same?

Will you kiss the leper clean,

And do such as this unseen,

And admit to what I mean

In you and you in Me?

 

Will you love the ‘you’ you hide

If I but call your name?

Will you quell the fear inside

And never be the same?

Will you use the faith you’ve found

To reshape the world around,

Through My sight and touch and sound

In you and you in Me?

 

Lord, Your summons echoes true

When You but call my name.

Let me turn and follow You

And never be the same.

In Your company I’ll go

Where Your love and footsteps show

Thus, I’ll move and live and grow

In You and You in me.

    Graham Maule & John L. Bell

I STAND AMAZED IN THE PRESENCE

Of Jesus the Nazarene,

And wonder how He could love me,

A sinner, condemned, unclean.

 

How marvellous! How wonderful!

And my song shall ever be:

How marvellous! How wonderful!

Is my Saviour’s love for me!

 

For me it was in the garden He prayed,

‘Not My will, but Thine’:

He had no tears for His own griefs,

But sweat drops of blood for mine.

 

In pity angels beheld Him,

And came from the world of light

To comfort Him in the sorrows

He bore for my soul that night.

 

He took my sins and my sorrows,

He made them His very own;

He bore the burden of Calvary,

And suffered and died alone.

 

When with the ransomed in glory

His face I at last shall see,

‘Twill be my joy through the ages

To sing of His love for me.

Charles Gabriel.

WE HAVE A GOSPEL TO PROCLAIM,

Good news for all throughout the earth;

The gospel of a Saviour’s name:

We sing His glory, tell His worth.

 

Tell of His birth at Bethlehem,

Not in a royal house or hall

But in a stable dark and dim:

The Word made flesh, a light for all.

 

Tell of His death at Calvary,

Hated by those He came to save;

In lonely suffering on the cross

For all He loved His life He gave.

 

Tell of that glorious Easter morn:

Empty the tomb, for He was free.

He broke the power of death and hell

That we might share His victory.

 

Tell of His reign at God’s right hand,

By all creation glorified;

He sends His Spirit on His Church

To live for Him, the Lamb who died.

 

Now we rejoice to name Him King:

Jesus is Lord of all the earth.

This gospel message we proclaim:

We sing His glory, tell His worth.

      Edward J. Burns
Contributors:   Revd Mike Bisset, Kathryn Grudgings, Deborah Yeates, Sylvia Bentham, Alison Bright
Production:   David Carter