Category: Hymns

I watch the sunrise (Close to You) – Hymn

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Peter and I went to the Easter Sunday service at our local All Saints’s Church today. During the communion, a hymn was sang by the choir and it just got to me like no other. It really spoke to me. I could not wait to go home to google it and listen to it more.

So got home and googled; the problem was that I don’t really know the hymn’s title. I cannot remember the words. I was going to ask Peter to telephone the vicar about it, but could not really wait that long so went back to the trusty internet.

Deep down, I kept mulling the words ‘watch the sunrise’. I typed it and then added ‘hymn’ and like magic, the hymn was in youtube with its many versions by different singers. I chose Daniel as you cannot go wrong with him.

The lyrics was composed by John Glynn, who was born in Barnet Hertfordshire in 1948. He trained for the diocesan priesthood in 1966 and was ordained in 1977. John Glynn did not only answer his calling from God but also cultivated his passion for music. It was in January 1970 that he wrote the lyrics to Close To You, which became better known for its first line ‘I watch the sunrise’ (Thank God for that, it enabled me to search it 😉 lol). The melody was provided by his fellow student, Colin Murphy, while studying at St. John’s Seminary in Wonersh, near Guildford in Surrey.

John Glynn, after 36 years in various parishes, had resigned from active ministry in 2010 at the age of 62. This did not mean retirement but just moving on to another area, where he can concentrate in his passion for making music inspired by the Gospel of Christ.


I watch the sunrise lighting the sky,
Casting its shadows near.
And on this morning bright though it be,
I feel those shadows near me.

But you are always close to me
Following all my ways.
May I be always close to you
Following all your ways, Lord.

I watch the sunlight shine through the clouds,
Warming the earth below.
And at the mid-day, life seems to say:
I feel your brightness near me.
For you are always . . .

I watch the sunset fading away,
Lighting the clouds with sleep.
And as the evening closes its eyes,
I feel your presence near me.
For you are always . . .

I watch the moonlight guarding the night,
Waiting till morning comes.
The air is silent, earth is at rest
Only your peace is near me.

Hymns Sung At The End of School Term

 Hymns Sung At The End of School Term

Hymn Book

                                            Hymn Book

When I was a Secondary (High) School student in the late 1960s and early 70s, my school was a CoE (Church of England).  Hymns sung at the end of school term during  assembly held each morning before classes, where students and teachers would sing a selection of hymns especially the below as a favourite regular.
We sung it quite a few times during my school period, the tune and some of the words became fixed in my memory. Indeed I seem to recall the hymn number in the then version of the hymn book, it was number 736, (near the end of the hymn book).  Today when Jean was researching to blog about best-loved hymns in the UK, we searched and found the hymn now numbered 333 in a hymn book and I guess still sung at terms end.
Reading the words and hearing the hymn .
It brings back memories of school…
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon all, their faults confessing;
Time that’s lost may all retrieve;
May Thy children, may thy children
Ne’er again Thy Spirit grieve.
 
Bless Thou all our days of leisure;
Help us selfish lures to flee;
Sanctify our every pleasure;
Pure and blameless may it be;
May our gladness,may our gladness
Draw us evermore to thee.
 
By Thy kindly influence cherish
All the good we here have gained;
May all taint of evil perish
By Thy mightier power restrained;
Seek we ever, seek we ever
Knowledge pure and love unfeigned.
 
Let Thy father-hand be shielding
All who here shall meet no more;
May their seed-time past be yielding
Year by year a richer store;
Those returning, those returning
Make more faithful than before.

Be Still for the Presence Of the Lord

Beautiful, beautiful hymn.

I thought this hymn was old, because it has that classic tune about it but apparently it was only composed in 1986 by David J Evans.

Marilla Ness, once again, gave a good rendition. I don’t really like it when a hymn is given a different tempo by later day pop stars. I am an old soul.

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Be Still for the Presence Of the Lord

Be still for the presence of the Lord
The Holy One is here
Come bow before Him now
With reverence and fear

In Him no sin is found
We stand on holy ground
Be still for the presence of the Lord
The Holy One is here

Be still for the glory of the Lord
Is shining all around
He burns with holy fire
With splendor He is crowned

How awesome is the sight
Our radiant King of Light
Be still for the glory of the Lord
Is shining all around

Be still for the power of the Lord
Is moving in this place
He comes to cleanse and heal
To minister His grace
No work too hard for Him
In faith receive from Him
Be still for the power of the Lord
Be still
Is moving in this place

Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/Worship-Songs-Be-Still-Presence-Lord-lyrics.html#ixzz34ymvuOwW

Take My Life and Let It Be by Frances Ridley Havergal

Peter and I went to the Easter Sunday service today at our local Church. It was a lovely service.

Today, the Easter service was about not fearing death. This is one of the lessons in Christ, our Lord’s death and resurrection. Provided we believe in Him and lead a good life we will be with HIM after we passed on.

Our vicar said that the egg, chocolate eggs, lol, for Easter is symbolic breaking the wall of death into life. It is resurrection into a new life.

Each Easter we are given a chance to die the sin and be renewed, thus, the service also encapsulates a baptismal ceremony where one is asked to promise to do away with sinning and forgive and forget all the harms done to self.

One of the songs sang was this beautiful hymn Take My life and Let it be by France Havergal. This was beautifully sang by the choir whilst we were taking communion.

Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days;
let them flow in endless praise,
let them flow in endless praise.

Take my hands and let them move
at the impulse of thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
swift and beautiful for thee,
swift and beautiful for thee.

Take my voice and let me sing
always, only, for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
filled with messages from thee,
filled with messages from thee.

Take my silver and my gold;
not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
every power as thou shalt choose,
every power as thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it thine;
it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart it is thine own;
it shall be thy royal throne,
it shall be thy royal throne.

Take my love; my Lord, I pour
at thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be
ever, only, all for thee,
ever, only, all for thee.
Psalter Hymnal, (Gray)

‘When The Saints Go Marching In’

This is a really clever rendition of When The Saints Go Marching In. It was performed by a one man band, literally. Good job!

Connor Going wanted to form a quartet but couldn’t find the necessary talent in Glasgow. So he turned to the only singer he knew: himself. Using a combination of technology and great timing, Going simultaneously performs all four roles of a quartet, Tenor I, Tenor II, Baritone and Bass. The result is a quartet made up of just one person singing the classic ‘When The Saints Go Marching In’. Credit: Connor Going.

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Simple Gifts – American Shaker Song

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
– Leonardo da Vinci

Simple Gifts – The Shakers

Simple Gifts – American Shaker Song

Simple Gifts from Appalachian Spring

“Simple Gifts” is a Shakers song written and composed in 1848 by Elder Joseph Brackett.

Apparently this song is untitled.  Simple Gifts is the name given to the book of Shaker chants in which this song was the first one included.

 

‘Tis the gift to be simple,

’tis the gift to be free

‘Tis the gift to come down

where we ought to be

And when we find ourselves

in the place just right,

‘Twill be in the valley

of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gain’d,

To bow and to bend

we shan’t be asham’d,

To turn, turn will be our delight,

Till by turning, turning

we come ’round right