LORD, ENTHRONED IN HEAVENLY SPLENDOUR,
First begotten from the dead,
Thou alone, our strong Defender,
Liftest up Thy people’s head.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Jesus, true and living Bread.

Here our humblest homage pay we,
Here in loving reverence bow.
Here for faith’s discernment pray we,
Lest we fail to know Thee now.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou art here, we ask not how.

Though the lowliest form doth veil Thee
As of old in Bethlehem,
Here as there Thine angels hail Thee,
Branch and Flower of Jesse’s stem.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
We in worship join with them.

Paschal Lamb, Thine offering, finished,
Once for all when Thou wast slain,
In its fulness undiminished
Shall forever more remain,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Cleansing souls from every stain.

Life-imparting, heavenly Manna,
Stricken Rock with streaming side,
Heaven and earth with loud hosanna
Worship Thee, the Lamb who died,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Risen, ascended, glorified!
     G. H. Bourne.
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FATHER, HEAR THE PRAYER WE OFFER
Not for ease that prayer shall be,
But for strength, that we may ever
Live our lives courageously.

Not for ever in green pastures
Do we ask our way to be:
But by steep and rugged pathways
Would we strive to climb to Thee.

Not for ever by still waters
Would we idly quiet stay.
But would smite the living fountains,
From the rocks along our way

Be our strength in hours of weakness,
In our wanderings be our Guide;
Through endeavour, failure, danger,
Father, be Thou at our side.

Let our path be bright or dreary,
Storm or sunshine be our share.
May our souls, in hope unweary,
Make Thy work our ceaseless prayer.
Love Maria Willis
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FROM HEAVEN YOU CAME,
Helpless babe,
Entered our world, Your glory veiled,
Not to be served But to serve,
And give Your life That we might live.

This is our God, The Servant King,
He calls us now To follow Him,
To bring our lives As a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King.

There in the garden Of tears,
My heavy load He chose to bear.
His heart with sorrow Was torn,
‘Yet not My will But Yours,’ He said.

Come see His hands And His feet,
The scars that speak Of sacrifice.
Hands that flung stars Into space
To cruel nails Surrendered.

So let us learn How to serve,
And in our lives Enthrone Him.
Each other’s needs To prefer,
For it is Christ We’re serving.
     Graham Kendrick.
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IN CHRIST ALONE my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song.
This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! – who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied –
For every sin on Him was laid.
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me.
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand,
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand!
     Stuart Townend & Keith Getty

Contributors:   Revd. Graham Summers, Revd. Samuel S. Thorp, Deborah Yeates, Roger Edwards, Ruth Green, Sally Clements

Production:   David Carter