9am
Wash me throughly - Samuel Sebastian Wesley (1810-1876)
Wash me throughly from my wickedness,
and forgive me all my sin.
For I acknowledge my faults
and my sin is ever before me.
Text: Psalm 51 vv. 2–3
View me, Lord - Richard Lloyd (b. 1933)
View me, Lord, a work of thine!
Shall I then lie downed in night?
Might thy grace in me but shine,
I should seem made all of light.
Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel
At thine altar pure and white;
They at once thy mercies feel,
Gaze no more on earth's delight.
Worldly joys like shadows fade
When the heavenly light appears;
But the covenants Thou hast made,
Endless, know not days nor years.
In thy word, Lord, is my trust,
To thy mercies fast I fly;
Though I am but clay and dust,
Yet thy grace can lift me high.
Text: Thomas Campion (1567-1620)
11am
Te Deum in C - Charles V. Stanford (1852-1924)
(text in BCP)
My soul, there is a country - C. Hubert H. Parry (1848-1918)
My soul, there is a country far beyond the stars,
where stands a winged sentry,
All skilful in the wars:
There, above noise and danger,
Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles
And, One, born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.
He is thy gracious friend,
And O my soul awake!
Dis in pure love descend
To die here for thy sake.
If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flow'r of Peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,
Thy fortress and thy casw.
Leave then thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure
But One who never changes
Thy God Thy life Thy cure.
Text: Henry Vaughan (1621-1695)
6pm
Wash me throughly - Samuel Sebastian Wesley (1810-1876)