1 	Abide with me; fast falls the eventide:
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide:
when other helpers fail, and comforts flee, 
help of the helpless, O abide with me.
2 	Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; 
earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away; 
change and decay in all around I see: 
O thou who changest not, abide with me.
3	I need thy presence every passing hour; 
what but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power? 
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? 
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
4	I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; 
ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. 
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory? 
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
5	Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:
heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Henry Francis Lyte 1793–1847
All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful, 
the Lord God made them all.
1	Each little flower that opens, 
each little bird that sings,
he made their glowing colours, 
he made their tiny wings:
2 	The purple-headed mountain,
the river running by,
the sunset, and the morning
that brightens up the sky:
3 	The cold wind in the winter,
the pleasant summer sun,
the ripe fruits in the garden,
he made them every one:
4 	He gave us eyes to see them, 
and lips that we might tell
how great is God almighty,
who has made all things well:
Cecil Frances Alexander 1818–95
1	Amazing grace! how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
was blind, but now I see.
2	’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
and grace my fears relieved
how precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed!
3	Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
’tis grace that brought me safe thus far
and grace will lead me home.
4	The Lord has promised good to me
his word my hope secures
he will my shield and portion be
as long as life endures.
5	Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail
and mortal life shall cease
I shall possess within the veil
a life of joy and peace.
6	When we’ve been there a thousand years
bright shining as the sun
we’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
than when we first begun.
John Newton 1725–1807
1	And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of God
on England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
among those dark satanic mills?
2	Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I shall not cease from mental fight,
nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
till we have built Jerusalem
in England’s green and pleasant land.
William Blake 1757–1827

1	Be still, my soul: the Lord is on your side;
bear patiently the cross of grief and pain; 
leave to your God to order and provide;
in every change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: your best, your heavenly friend 
through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
2	Be still, my soul: your God will undertake
to guide the future as he has the past.
Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake,
all now mysterious shall be clear at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know 
his voice, who ruled them while he dwelt below.
3	Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart
and all is darkened in the vale of tears,
then you shall better know his love, his heart,
who comes to soothe your sorrow, calm your fears. 
Be still, my soul: for Jesus can repay
from his own fullness all he takes away.
4	Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
when we shall be for ever with the Lord,
when disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
sorrow forgotten, love's pure joy restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past, 
all safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.
Katharina von Schlegel b.1697; tr. Jane Laurie Borthwick* 1813–97 [CP 384]

1 	Blest are the pure in heart,
for they shall see our God;
the secret of the Lord is theirs,
their soul is Christ’s abode.
2	The Lord, who left the heavens
our life and peace to bring,
to dwell in lowliness with men,
their pattern and their King;
3	Still to the lowly soul
he doth himself impart,
and for his dwelling and his throne
chooseth the pure in heart.
4	Lord, we thy presence seek;
may ours this blessing be;
give us a pure and lowly heart,
a temple meet for thee.
John Keble 1792–1866 and others
	
1	Breathe on me, Breath of God, 
	fill me with life anew,
that I may love what thou dost love, 
	and do what thou wouldst do.
2	Breathe on me, Breath of God,
	until my heart is pure;
until with thee I will one will,
	to do and to endure.
3	Breathe on me, Breath of God,
	till I am wholly thine;
until this earthly part of me
	glows with thy fire divine.
4	Breathe on me, Breath of God:
	so shall I never die,
but live with thee the perfect life
	of thine eternity.
Edwin Hatch 1835–89 • SM [CP 174]
1 	Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
	forgive our foolish ways;
re-clothe us in our rightful mind,
in purer lives thy service find,
	in deeper reverence praise.
2 	In simple trust like theirs who heard,
	beside the Syrian sea,
the gracious calling of the Lord,
let us, like them, without a word
	rise up and follow thee.
3 	O Sabbath rest by Galilee!
	O calm of hills above,
where Jesus knelt to share with thee
the silence of eternity,
	interpreted by love!
4 	Drop thy still dews of quietness,
	till all our strivings cease;
take from our souls the strain and stress,
and let our ordered lives confess
	the beauty of thy peace.
5 	Breathe through the heats of our desire
	thy coolness and thy balm;
let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
	O still small voice of calm.
John Greenleaf Whittier 1807–92 [CP 411]

1	Eternal Father, strong to save,
whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
who bidd’st the mighty ocean deep
its own appointed limits keep:	
	O hear us when we cry to thee
	for those in peril on the sea.
2	O Christ, whose voice the waters heard
and hushed their raging at thy word,
who walkedst on the foaming deep,
and calm amid the storm didst sleep:
	O hear us when we cry to thee
	for those in peril on the sea.
3	O Holy Spirit, who didst brood
upon the waters dark and rude,
and bid their angry tumult cease,
and give, for wild confusion, peace:
	O hear us when we cry to thee
	for those in peril on the sea.
4	O Trinity of love and power,
our brethren shield in danger’s hour;
from rock and tempest, fire and foe,
protect them wheresoe’er they go:
	thus evermore shall rise to thee
	glad hymns of praise from land and sea.
William Whiting 1825–78
1	God be in my head
and in my understanding;
2	God be in mine eyes,
and in my looking;
3 	God be in my mouth,
and in my speaking;
4	God be in my heart,
and in my thinking;
5 	God be at mine end,
and at my departing.
Horæ beatæ Mariæ Virginis; London 1514 [CP 439]
	
1	Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father, 
there is no shadow of turning with thee;
thou changest not, thy compassions they fail not; 
as thou hast been thou for ever wilt be:
Great is thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
all I have needed thy hand has provided, 
great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me.
2	Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest, 
sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
join with all nature in manifold witness 
to thy great faithfulness, mercy and love:
3	Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth, 
thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
strength for today ard bright hope for tomorrow, 
blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Thomas Chisholm 1866–1960 [CP 453]  
1	Guide me, O thou great Redeemer,
	pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
	hold me with thy powerful hand:
		bread of heaven,
	feed me now and evermore.
2 	Open now the crystal fountain
	whence the healing stream doth flow;
let the fiery cloudy pillar
	lead me all my journey through:
		strong deliverer,
	be thou still my strength and shield.
3 	When I tread the verge of Jordan,
	bid my anxious fears subside;
death of death, and hell’s destruction,
	land me safe on Canaan’s side:
		songs and praises
	I will ever give to thee.
Welsh, William Williams 1717–91; tr. Peter and William Williams [CP 455]
1	I danced in the morning 
		when the world was begun,
	and I danced for the moon 
		and the stars and the sun,
	and I came down from heaven 
		and I danced on the earth;
	at Bethlehem 
I had my birth.
Dance then wherever you may be;
  I am the Lord of the dance, said he,
and I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be,
  and I’ll lead you all in the dance said he.
	2	I danced for the scribe
		and the pharisee,
	but they would not dance
		and they wouldn’t follow me;
	I danced for the fishermen,
		for James and John;
	they came with me
		and the dance went on:
3	I danced on the Sabbath
		and I cured the lame:
	the holy people
		said it was a shame.
	They whipped and they stripped 
		and they hung me high,
	and they left me there
		on a cross to die:
4	I danced on a Friday
		when the sky turned black; 
	it’s hard to dance
		with the devil on your back. 
	They buried my body
		and they thought I’d gone; 
	but I am the dance
		and I still go on:
5	They cut me down
		and I leap up high;
	I am the life
		that’ll never, never die;
	I’ll live in you
		if you’ll live in me:
	I am the Lord
		of the Dance, said he:
Sydney Carter 1915–2004
1	In heavenly love abiding,
no change my heart shall fear;
and safe is such confiding,
for nothing changes here:
the storm may roar without me,
my heart may low be laid;
but God is round about me,
and can I be dismayed?
2	Wherever he may guide me,
no want shall turn me back;
my Shepherd is beside me,
and nothing can I lack:
his wisdom ever waketh,
his sight is never dim;
he knows the way he taketh,
and I will walk with him.
3	Green pastures are before me,
which yet I have not seen;
bright skies will soon be o’er me,
where darkest clouds have been:
my hope I cannot measure,
my path to life is free;
my Saviour has my treasure,
and he will walk with me.
Anna Laetitia Waring* 1820-1910, based on Psalm 23 [CP 478] • 7676D Penlan
1	Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us
o’er the world’s tempestuous sea;
guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us,
for we have no help but thee;
yet possessing every blessing,
if our God our Father be.
2	Saviour, breathe forgiveness o’er us:
all our weakness thou dost know;
thou didst tread this earth before us,
thou didst feel its keenest woe;
lone and dreary, faint and weary,
through the desert thou didst go.
3	Spirit of our God, descending,
fill our hearts with heavenly joy,
love with every passion blending,
pleasure that can never cloy:
thus provided, pardoned, guided,
nothing can our peace destroy.
James Edmeston 1791–1867 [CP496]
1	Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
	whose trust, ever childlike, 
		no cares could destroy,
be there at our waking, and give us, 
	we pray,	
your bliss in our hearts, Lord, 
	at the break of the day.
2 	Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
	whose strong hands were skilled at the
			plane and the lathe,
		be there at our labours, and give us,
			we pray.
		your strength in our hearts, Lord,
			at the noon of the day.
3 	Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
	your hands swift to welcome, your arms to
			embrace,
		be there at our homing, and give us,
			we pray,
		your love in our hearts, Lord,
			at the eve of the day.
4 	Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
	whose voice is contentment, whose presence
			is balm,
		be there at our sleeping, and give us,
			we pray.
		your peace in our hearts, Lord,
	 		at the end of the day.
Jan Struther (Joyce Placzek) 1901–53
1	Love divine, all loves excelling,
joy of heaven, to earth come down,
fix in us thy humble dwelling,
all thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesu, thou art all compassion,
pure unbounded love thou art;
visit us with thy salvation,
enter every trembling heart.
2	Come, almighty to deliver,
let us all thy grace receive;
suddenly return, and never,
never more thy temple leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
serve thee as thy host above;
pray, and praise thee, without ceasing,
glory in thy perfect love.
3	Finish then thy new creation:
pure and spotless let us be;
let us see thy great salvation,
perfectly restored in thee;
changed from glory into glory,
till in heaven we take our place,
till we cast our crowns before thee,
lost in wonder, love, and praise.
Charles Wesley 1707–88
1	Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me bring your love;
where there is injury, your pardon, Lord; 
and where there's doubt, true faith in you.
Oh, Master grant that I may never seek 
so much to be consoled as to console; 
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved, as to love with all my soul,
2	Make me a channel of your peace.
where there's despair in life let me bring hope;
where there is darkness, only light;
and where there's sadness, ever joy.
Oh, Master grant that I may never seek 
so much to be consoled as to console; 
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved, as to love with all my soul,
3	Make me a channel of your peace. 
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; 
in giving to all that we receive; 
and in dying that we're born to eternal life.
Sebastian Temple 1928–1997 © 1967 OCP Publications 
1	Morning has broken
like the first morning,
blackbird has spoken
	like the first bird.
		Praise for the singing,
		praise for the morning,
		praise for them springing
			fresh from the Word.
2 	Sweet the rain’s new fall
sunlit from heaven,
like the first dewfall
	on the first grass.
		Praise for the sweetness
		of the wet garden,
		sprung in completeness
			where his feet pass.
3	Mine is the sunlight,
mine is the morning
born of the one light
	Eden saw play.
		Praise with elation,
		praise every morning,
		God’s re-creation
			of the new day.
Eleanor Farjeon 1881–1965
1		Now thank we all our God,
with heart and hands and voices,
	who wondrous things hath done,
in whom his world rejoices;
	who from our mother’s arms
		hath blessed us on our way
	with countless gifts of love,
		and still is ours to-day.
2		O may this bounteous God
through all our life be near us,
	with ever joyful hearts
and blessèd peace to cheer us;
	and keep us in his grace,
		and guide us when perplexed,
	and free us from all ills
		in this world and the next.
3		All praise and thanks to God
the Father now be given,
	the Son, and him who reigns
with them in highest heaven,
	the one eternal God,
		whom earth and heaven adore,
	for thus it was, is now,
		and shall be evermore.
Martin Rinkart 1586–1649; tr. Catherine Winkworth 1827–78

1	O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder 
consider all the works thy hand hath made, 
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder, 
thy power throughout the universe displayed;
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, 
How great thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee, 
How great thou art, how great thou art!
2	When through the woods and forest glades I wander, 
and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees; 
when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur, 
and hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze;
3	And when I think that God his Son not sparing, 
sent him to die – I scarce can take it in:
that on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, 
he bled and died to take away my sin;
4	When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
and take me home – what joy shall fill my heart!
Then shall I bow in humble adoration, 
and there proclaim, my God, how great thou art!
Russian hymn; tr. Stuart K. Hine 1899–1989
1	On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
the emblem of suffering and shame;
and I love that old cross where the dearest and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross
till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it some day for a crown.
2	O, the old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
has a wondrous attraction for me;
for the dear Lamb of God left his glory above
to bear it to dark Calvary.
3	In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
a wondrous beauty I see;
for ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died
to pardon and sanctify me.
4	To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
its shame and reproach gladly bear;
then he’ll call me some day to my home far away,
when his glory for ever I’ll share.
George Bennard 1873–1958
1	One more step along the world I go, 
one more step along the world I go. 
From the old things to the new 
keep me travelling along with you.
And it’s from the old I travel to the new, 
keep me travelling along with you.
2	Round the corners of the world I turn, 
more and more about the world I learn.
All the new things that I see 
you’ll be looking at along with me.
3	As I travel through the bad and good, 
keep me travelling the way I should. 
Where I see no way to go, 
you’ll be telling me the way, I know.
4	Give me courage when the world is rough,
keep me loving though the world is tough.
Leap and sing in all I do,
keep me travelling along with you.
5	You are older than the world can be, 
you are younger than the life in me. 
Ever old and ever new, 
keep me travelling along with you.
Sydney Carter 1915–2004
1 	Praise, my soul, the King of heaven, 
to his feet thy tribute bring;
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, 
who like me his praise should sing?
Alleluia, alleluia,
praise the everlasting King.
2 	Praise him for his grace and favour
to our fathers in distress;
praise him still the same as ever,
slow to chide, and swift to bless: 
Alleluia, alleluia,
glorious in his faithfulness.
3 	Father-like, he tends and spares us,
well our feeble frame he knows;
in his hands he gently bears us, 
rescues us from all our foes:
Alleluia, alleluia,
widely as his mercy flows.
4 	Angels, help us to adore him;
ye behold him face to face;
sun and moon, bow down before him, 
dwellers all in time and space:
Alleluia, alleluia,
praise with us the God of grace.
from Psalm 103, Henry Francis Lyte 1793–1847
1	The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
	the darkness falls at thy behest;
to thee our morning hymns ascended,
	thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
2 	We thank thee that thy Church unsleeping, 
	while earth rolls onward into light,
through all the world her watch is keeping, 
	and rests not now by day or night.
3 	As o’er each continent and island
	the dawn leads on another day,
the voice of prayer is never silent,
	nor dies the strain of praise away.
4 	The sun that bids us rest is waking
	our brethren ’neath the western sky,
and hour by hour fresh lips are making
	thy wondrous doings heard on high.
5 	So be it, Lord; thy throne shall never, 
	like earth’s proud empires, pass away; 
thy kingdom stands, and grows for ever, 
	till all thy creatures own thy sway.
John Ellerton 1826–93
1	The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want;
he makes me down to lie
in pastures green; he leadeth me
the quiet waters by.
2	My soul he doth restore again, 
and me to walk doth make
within the paths of righteousness, 
e’en for his own name’s sake.
3	Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale,
yet will I fear none ill;
for thou art with me, and thy rod
and staff me comfort still.
4	My table thou hast furnishèd
in presence of my foes;
my head thou dost with oil anoint, 
and my cup overflows.
5	Goodness and mercy all my life 
shall surely follow me;
and in God’s house for evermore 
my dwelling-place shall be.
Psalm 23 in the Scottish Psalter 1650
1	Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won;
angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave-clothes where thy body lay.
Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son,
endless is the victory thou o’er death hast won.
2 	Lo, Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
lovingly he greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
let the Church with gladness hymns of triumph sing,
for her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting:
3 	No more we doubt thee, glorious Prince of Life;
life is nought without thee: aid us in our strife;
make us more than conquerors through thy deathless love;
bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above:
French, 19th cent., Edmund Budry 1854–1932;
 tr. Richard Hoyle 1875–1939