Amazing grace!  How sweet the sound 

that saved a wretch like me. 

I once was lost but now I’m found, 

was blind, but now I see. 

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 

and grace my fears relieved. 

How precious did that grace appear 

the hour I first believed. 

Through many dangers, toils and snares 

I have already come. 

‘Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, 

and grace will lead me home. 

The Lord has promised good to me; 

His word my hope secures. 

He will my shield and portion be 

as long as life endures. 

You shall cross the barren dessert, 

but you shall not die of thirst. 

You shall wander far in safety 

though you do not know the way. 

You shall speak your words to foreign men 

and they will understand. 

You shall see the face of God and live. 

Be not afraid, I go before you always. 

Come, follow me, and I will give you rest. 

If you pass through raging waters 

in the sea, you shall not drown. 

If you walk amid the burning flames, 

you shall not be harmed. 

If you stand before the pow’r of hell 

and death is at your side, 

know that I am with you through it all. 

Blessed are your poor, 

for the kingdom shall be theirs. 

Blest are you that weep and mourn, 

for one day you shall laugh. 

And if wicked men insult and hate you 

all because of me, 

blessed, blessed are you! 

At the Lamb's high feast we sing
praise to our victorious King,
who hath washed us in the tide
flowing from his pierced side;
praise we him, whose love divine
gives his sacred Blood for wine,
gives his Body for the feast,
Christ the victim, Christ the priest.

Where the Paschal blood is poured,
death's dark angel sheathes his sword;
Israel's hosts triumphant go
through the wave that drowns the foe.
Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed,
Paschal victim, Paschal bread;
with sincerity and love
eat we manna from above.

Mighty victim from on high,
hell's fierce powers beneath thee lie;
thou hast conquered in the fight,
thou hast brought us life and light:
now no more can death appall,
now no more the grave entrall;
thou hast opened paradise,
and in thee thy saints shall rise.

Easter triumph, Easter joy,
sin alone can this destroy;
from sin's power do thou set free
souls newborn, O Lord, in thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Risen Lord, to thee we raise;
Holy Father, praise to thee,
with the Spirit, ever be. 

1.  Easter glory fills the sky!  Alleluia! 

     Christ now lives, no more to die! Alleluia! 

     Darkness has been put to flight! Alleluia! 

     By the living Lord of light! Alleluia! 

2.  See, the stone is rolled away 

     from the tomb where once he lay! 

     He has risen as he said, 

     glorious Firstborn from the dead! 

3.  Mary, Mother, greet your Son 

     radiant from his triumph won! 

     By his cross you shared his pain, 

     so for ever share his reign. 

4.  Christ, the Victor over death, 

     breathes on us the Spirit’s breath! 

     Paradise is our reward, 

    endless Easter with our Lord! 

Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain,
wheat that in dark earth many days has lain;
love lives again, that with the dead has been:
love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

In the grave they laid him, love whom men had slain,
thinking that never he would wake again.
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:
love is come again, like wheat that springeth green,

Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain,
He that for three days in the grave had lain.
quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen:
love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,
thy touch can call us back to life again;
fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
love is come again, like wheat that springeth green. 

Gloria

Gloria, Gloria, in excelsis deo 

Gloria, Gloria, in excelsis deo. 

Lord God, Heavenly King, 

peace you bring to us. 

We worship you, we give you thanks, 

we sing our song of praise. 

Jesus, Saviour of all,                            

Lord God, Lamb of God, 

you take away our sins, O Lord, 

have mercy on us all. 

At the Father’s right hand, 

Lord receive our prayer. 

For you alone are the Holy One 

and you alone are Lord. 

Glory, Father and Son, 

Glory Holy Spirit. 

To you we raise our hands up high 

we glorify your name. 

Recessional

Alleluia, alleluia, 

give thanks to the Risen Lord. 

Alleluia, alleluia, 

give praise to his name. 

1.  Jesus is Lord of all the earth. 

     He is the King of creation. 

2.  Spread the good news o’er all the earth, 

     Jesus has died and has risen. 

3.  We have been crucified with Christ. 

     Now we shall live for ever. 

4. God has proclaimed the just reward. 

     Life for us all, alleluia. 

5.  Come, let us praise the living God, 

     joyfully sing to our Saviour. 

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      My song is love unknown, 

  my Saviour’s love to me, 

  love to the loveless shown, 

  that they might lovely be. 

  O who am I, that for my sake, 

  my Lord should take 

  frail flesh and die? 

       He came from his blest thrown, 

  salvation to bestow; 

  but men made strange, and none 

  the longed-for Christ would know, 

  but O, my fried, my friend indeed, 

  who at my need his life did spend. 

       Sometimes they strew his way, 

  and his sweet praises sing; 

  resounding all the day 

  hosannas to their King; 

  then ‘Crucify!’ is all their breath, 

  and for his death they thirst and cry. 

      Why, what hath my Lord done? 

  What makes this rage and spite? 

  He made the lame to run, 

  he gave the blind their sight. 

  Sweet injuries!  Yet they at these 

  themselves displease, 

  and ‘gainst him rise. 

      They rise, and needs will have 

  my dear Lord made away; 

  a murderer they save, 

  the Prince of Life they slay. 

  Yet cheerful he to suffering goes, 

  that he is foes from thence might free. 

       In life, no house, no home 

       my Lord on earth might have: 

       in death no friendly tomb 

       but what a stranger gave.  

       What may I say?  

       Heaven was his home; 

       but mine the tomb wherein he lay. 

      Here might I stay and sing, 

      no story so divine,  

      never was love, dear King, 

      never was grief like thine. 

      This is my Friend, 

      in whose sweet praise 

      I all my days could gladly spend. 

Lord Jesus, think on me, 

and purge away my sin: 

from earthborn passions set me free, 

and make me pure within. 

Lord Jesus, think on me, 

with care and woe oppressed: 

let me thy loving servant be, 

and taste thy promised rest. 

Lord Jesus, think on me 

amid the battle’s strife; 

in all my pain and misery 

be thou my health and life. 

Lord Jesus, think on me, 

nor let me go astray: 

through darkness and perplexity 

point thou the heavenly way. 

Lord Jesus, think on me, 

when flows the tempest high: 

when on doth rush the enemy, 

O Saviour, be thou nigh. 

Lord Jesus, think on me, 

that, when the flood is past. 

I may the eternal brightness see 

and share thy joy at last. 

Jesu, the very thought of thee 

with sweetness fills my breast; 

but sweeter far thy face to see 

and in thy presence rest. 

Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 

nor can the memory find, 

a sweeter sound than thy blest name, 

O Saviour of mankind. 

O hope of every contrite heart, 

O joy of all the meek, 

to those who fall, how kind thou art 

how good to those who seek! 

But what to those who find?  Ah, this 

nor tongue nor pen can show; 

the love of Jesus, whit it is 

none but his lovers know. 

Jesus, our only joy be thou, 

as thou our prize wilt be: 

Jesu, be thou our glory now, 

and through eternity. 

I the Lord of sea and sky 

I have heard my people's cry 

all who dwell in dark and sin 

my hand will save 

I who made the stars of night 

I will make their darkness bright 

who will bear my light to them 

whom shall I send? 

Here I am Lord, is it I Lord? 

I have heard you calling in the night 

I will go Lord if you need me 

I will hold your people in my heart. 

I the Lord of snow and rain 

I have borne my people's pain 

I have wept for love of them, 

they turn away, 

I will break their hearts of stone 

give them hearts for love alone 

I will speak my word to them 

whom shall I send? 

I the Lord of wind and flame 

I will tend the poor and lame 

I will set a feast for them 

my hand will save. 

Finest bread I will provide 

till their hearts be satisfied 

I will give my life to them 

whom shall I send ? 

.   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. 

2. 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. 

3. 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. 

4. 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! 

Led by the Spirit of our God, 

we go to fast and pray 

with Christ into the wilderness; 

we join his paschal way. 

‘Rend not your garments, rend your hearts. 

Turn back your lives to me.’ 

Thus says our kind and gracious God, 

whose reign is liberty. 

Led by the Spirit, we confront 

temptation face to face, 

and know full well we must rely 

on God’s redeeming grace, 

on bread alone we cannot live, 

but nourished by the Word 

we seek the will of God to do: 

this is our drink and food.