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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. 

Led by the Spirit, now draw near 

the waters of rebirth 

with hearts that long to worship God 

in spirit and in truth. 

‘Whoever drinks the drink I give 

shall never thirst again.’ 

Thus says the Lord who died for us, 

our Saviour, kind and friend. 

Led by the Spirit, now sing praise 

to God the Trinity: 

the Source of Life, the living Word 

made flesh to set us free, 

the Spirit blowing where it will 

to make us friends of God: 

this myst’ry far beyond our reach, 

yet near in healing love. 

Be still and know that I am God,
be still and know that I am God,
be still and know that I am God.

I am the Lord that healeth thee,
I am the Lord that healeth thee,
I am the Lord that healeth thee.

In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
In thee, O Lord, I put my trust. 

Recessional

1.  Colours of day 

     dawn into the mind, 

the sun has come up, 

     the night is behind. 

Go down in the city, 

     into the street, 

and let's give the message 

     to the people we meet. 

So light up the fire, 

     and let the flame burn, 

open the door,  

     let Jesus return. 

Take seeds of his Spirit, 

     let the fruit grow, 

tell the people of Jesus, 

     let his love show. 

2.  Go through the park, 

     on into the town; 

the sun still shines on 

     it never goes down. 

The light of the world 

     is risen again; 

the people of darkness 

     are needing our friend. 

3.  Open your eyes, 

     look into the sky, 

the darkness has come, 

     the sun came to die. 

The evening draws on,   

     the sun disappears,