COME DOWN, O LOVE DIVINE,
Seek Thou this soul of mine
And visit it with Thine own ardour glowing.
O Comforter, draw near,
Within my heart appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn,
Till earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes, in its heat consuming.
And let Thy glorious light,
Shine ever on my sight,
And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy charity,
Mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness become mine inner clothing;
True lowliness of heart,
Which takes the humbler part,
And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

And so the yearning strong,
With which the soul will long,
Shall far outpass the power of human telling.
For none can guess its grace,
Till he become the place
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes His dwelling.
     Richard F. Littledale
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THOU, WHOSE ALMIGHTY WORD
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight.
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And where the gospel-day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
Let there be light!

Thou who didst come to bring,
On Thy redeeming wing,
Healing and sight.
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,
O now to all mankind
Let there be light!

Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,
Speed forth Thy flight.
Move on the waters’ face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth’s darkest place
Let there be light!

Blessèd and holy Three,
Glorious Trinity,
Wisdom, love, might.
Boundless as ocean’s tide
Rolling in fullest pride,
Through the world far and wide
Let there be light!
   John Marriott.
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ANGEL VOICES EVER SINGING
Round Thy throne of light,
Angel harps forever ringing,
Rest not day nor night.
Thousands only live to bless Thee,
And confess Thee, Lord of might.

Thou who art beyond the farthest
Mortal eye can scan,
Can it be that Thou regardest
Songs of sinful man?
Can we know that Thou art near us,
And wilt hear us? Yes, we can.

Yes, we know that Thou rejoicest
O’er each work of Thine.
Thou didst ears and hands and voices’
For Thy praise design.
Craftsman’s art and music’s measure
For Thy pleasure All combine.

In Thy house, great God, we offer,
Of Thine own to Thee,
And for Thine acceptance proffer,
All unworthily,
Hearts and minds and hands and voices
In our choicest Psalmody.

Honour, glory, might, and merit
Thine shall ever be,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessèd Trinity.
Of the best that Thou hast given
Earth and heaven, Render Thee.
     Francis Pott.
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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.

Contributors:   Revd. Graham Summers, Corrine Summers, Lawrence Beard, David Carter, Jean Stables, Marie Knight, Revd. Derrick Carr

Production:   David Carter