Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata mundi Dona Nobis pacem Lamb of God, that takest away the sins of the world Give us Thy peace

Old German tune, harmonised by J S Bach words based on the translation by Percy Dearmer 1 O little one sweet, O little one mild, Thy Father's purpose thou hast fulfilled; thou cam'st from heaven to mortal ken, Equal to be with us poor men, O littl...  Arent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">moreOld German tune, harmonised by J S Bach words based on the translation by Percy Dearmer 1 O little one sweet, O little one mild, Thy Father's purpose thou hast fulfilled; thou cam'st from heaven to mortal ken, Equal to be with us poor men, O little one sweet, O little one mild. 2 O little one sweet, O little one mild, Thy Father's purpose thou hast fulfilled; thou cam'st from Him, from heaven's domain, to bring men comfort in their pain, O little one sweet, O little one mild. 3 O little one sweet, O little one mild. in thee Love's beauties Are all distilled; then light in us Thy love's bright flame, that we may give thee back the same, O little one sweet, O little one mild. 4 O little one sweet, O little one mild. Help us to do as thou hast willed Lo, all we have belongs to thee Ah, keep us in our fealty. O little one sweet, O little one mild.  Arent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">less

Sweet Kate, of late Ran away and left me 'plaining: “Abide,” I cried, “Or I die with Thy disdaining.” “Tee! hee! hee!” quoth she, “Gladly would I see, Any man to die with loving. Never any yet, Died of such a fit, Neither have I fear of proving.”...  Arent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">moreSweet Kate, of late Ran away and left me 'plaining: “Abide,” I cried, “Or I die with Thy disdaining.” “Tee! hee! hee!” quoth she, “Gladly would I see, Any man to die with loving. Never any yet, Died of such a fit, Neither have I fear of proving.” “Unkind, I find Thy delight is in tormenting, Abide,” I cried, “Or I die with Thy consenting.” “Tee! hee! hee!” quoth she, “Make no fool of me, Men I know have oaths at pleasure; But their hopes attained, They belay they feigned, And their oaths Are kept at leisure.”  Arent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">less

This sanctuary of my soul, Unwitting I keep white and whole, Unlatch'd and lit, if Thou should'st cAre To enter or to tarry there. With parted lips and outstretch'd hands, And list'ning ears Thy servant stands. Call Thou early, call Thou late, to...  Arent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">moreThis sanctuary of my soul, Unwitting I keep white and whole, Unlatch'd and lit, if Thou should'st cAre To enter or to tarry there. With parted lips and outstretch'd hands, And list'ning ears Thy servant stands. Call Thou early, call Thou late, to Thy great service dedicate. My soul, keep white, and whole. (poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley) Sung at Canterbury Cathedral during our Royal School of Church Music Summer Course in 1986, under Martin How. I (David W Solomons) was one of the altos. John Huntley - a fellow alto - recorded this performance.  Arent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">less

From our concert ("Our God Is God") on March 23, 2013. Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart, Be all else but naught to me, save that thou art; Be thou my best thought in the day and the night, Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be ...  Arent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">moreFrom our concert ("Our God Is God") on March 23, 2013. Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart, Be all else but naught to me, save that thou art; Be thou my best thought in the day and the night, Both waking and sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word, Be thou ever with me, and I with thee, Lord; Be thou my great Father, and I Thy true son; Be thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one. Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight; Be thou my whole armour, be thou my true might; Be thou my soul's shelter, be thou my strong tower; O raise thou me heavenward, great Power of my power. Riches I heed not, not man's empty praise, Be thou my inheritance now and always; Be thou and thou only the first in my heart: O Sov'reign of heaven, my treasure thou art. High King of heaven, thou heaven's bright Son, O grant me its joys after victr'y is won; Great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be thou my vision, O Ruler of all.  Arent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">less

Truly, how excellent the loving-kindness of the Lord is. And we as His children shall be abundantly satisfied with the fullness of His house. Amen

Anthem by John Stainer How beautiful upon the mountains Are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth! (From Isiah 52:7) Sung at Canterbury Cathedral du...  Arent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">moreAnthem by John Stainer How beautiful upon the mountains Are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth! (From Isiah 52:7) Sung at Canterbury Cathedral during our Royal School of Church Music Summer Course in 1986, under Martin How. I (David W Solomons) was one of the altos. John Huntley - a fellow alto - recorded this performance.  

Music by Frank Pesci Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from your presence, and take not Thy holy spirit from me. Give me the joy of your saving help again and sustain me with your bountiful spirit...  Arent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">moreMusic by Frank Pesci Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from your presence, and take not Thy holy spirit from me. Give me the joy of your saving help again and sustain me with your bountiful spirit. Deliver me from death, O God, and my tongue shall speak of your righteousness. Open my lips, O Lord, and my mouth shall proclaim your praise. Amen. frankpesci.com  

Slumber Songs (3 Canadian Nocturnes, movement I) text: John McCrae music: Nathaniel Barnes singer: Matthew Curtis I Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid Thy play, Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh Against the joys that...  Arent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">moreSlumber Songs (3 Canadian Nocturnes, movement I) text: John McCrae music: Nathaniel Barnes singer: Matthew Curtis I Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid Thy play, Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh Against the joys that throng Thy coming day. Sleep, little heart! There is no place in Slumberland for tears: Life soon enough will bring its chilling fears And sorrows that will dim the after years. Sleep, little heart! II Ah, little eyes Dead blossoms of a springtime long ago, That life's storm crushed and left to lie below The benediction of the falling snow! Sleep, little heart That ceased so long ago its frantic beat! The years that come and go with silent feet Have naught to tell save this — that rest is sweet. Sleep, little heart. http://www.choirplace.com/profile/Nathaniel Matthew Curtis https://choraltracks.com/  Arent().getPrevious().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">less

Salvator mundi by John Blow Salvator mundi, salva nos, qui per crucem et sanguinem redemisti nos, auxiliAre nobis, te deprecamur, Deus noster. O Saviour of the world, save us, who by Thy cross and blood hast redeemed us, help us, we pray thee, O...  Arent().getNext().style.display='';$(this).getPArent().style.display='none';">moreSalvator mundi by John Blow Salvator mundi, salva nos, qui per crucem et sanguinem redemisti nos, auxiliAre nobis, te deprecamur, Deus noster. O Saviour of the world, save us, who by Thy cross and blood hast redeemed us, help us, we pray thee, O Lord our God. Sung at Canterbury Cathedral during our Royal School of Church Music Summer Course in 1986, under Martin How. I (David W Solomons) was one of the altos. John Huntley - a fellow alto - recorded this performance.