Wash me throughly - Samuel Sebastian Wesley (1810-1876)


Wash me throughly from my wickedness,

and forgive me all my sin.

For I acknowledge my faults

and my sin is ever before me.


Text: Psalm 51 vv. 2–3


View me, Lord - Richard Lloyd (b. 1933)


View me, Lord, a work of thine!

Shall I then lie downed in night?

Might thy grace in me but shine,

I should seem made all of light.


Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel 

At thine altar pure and white;

They at once thy mercies feel,

Gaze no more on earth's delight.


Worldly joys like shadows fade

When the heavenly light appears;

But the covenants Thou hast made,

Endless, know not days nor years.


In thy word, Lord, is my trust,

To thy mercies fast I fly;

Though I am but clay and dust,

Yet thy grace can lift me high. 


Text: Thomas Campion (1567-1620)



Te Deum in C - Charles V. Stanford (1852-1924) 

(text in BCP)


My soul, there is a country - C. Hubert H. Parry (1848-1918)


My soul, there is a country far beyond the stars,

where stands a winged sentry,

All skilful in the wars:

There, above noise and danger,

Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles

And, One, born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files.

He is thy gracious friend,

And O my soul awake!

Dis in pure love descend

To die here for thy sake.


If thou canst get but thither,

There grows the flow'r of Peace,

The Rose that cannot wither,

Thy fortress and thy casw.

Leave then thy foolish ranges,

For none can thee secure

But One who never changes

Thy God Thy life Thy cure.


Text: Henry Vaughan (1621-1695)



Wash me throughly - Samuel Sebastian Wesley (1810-1876)