My son sang in a Boy choir in Orlando @ St Luke’s Cathedral. It was a beautiful 3 years traveling all over the country & abroad. Many years ago now, but I still get tears whenever I hear these beautiful young talented boys sing .
Beautiful 🥰 Absolutely fantastic Nobody stronger than the LORD 🙏!!!!!!!!!!! My best friend..... . And my daughter's and my family together we are one and stronger.....
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I first heard this glorious hymn watching the telecast of Princess Diana's funeral in 1997. I have loved the hymn ever since. The choir, the pipe organ....truly inspiring and awesome!
The Archbishop of Canterbury via the General Synod has placed his blessings on same sex marriages which goes against the teachings of the Bible. He has allowed a Grand Iftar Celebration to take place in Bristol Cathedral. He has allowed illegal immigrants to be baptised so that they can say that they are Christians and therefore can stay in this country. He has allowed illegal immigrants to be baptised on Weymouth beach.
It feels like Diana is getting revenge on the royals for making them sick and I’m fearful of Princess Anne’s current condition. I hope we don’t lose her
@@user-yb7zc1ev2n It’s looking that way, I’ll always love Diana no matter how many years she’s been gone. I wished Princess Diana got to see her 63rd birthday
Good King Wences'las looked out, on the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even; Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel. * "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?" "Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain." * "Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither: Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither." Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together; Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather. * "Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger; Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer." "Mark my footsteps, good my page. Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly. "In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
1 All my hope on God is founded; he doth still my trust renew. Me through change and chance he guideth, only good and only true. God unknown, he alone calls my heart to be his own.2 Human pride and earthly glory, sword and crown betray his trust; what with care and toil he buildeth, tower and temple, fall to dust. But God's power, hour by hour, is my temple and my tower.3 God's great goodness aye endureth, deep his wisdom, passing thought: splendour, light, and life attend him, beauty springeth out of naught. Evermore from his store new-born worlds rise and adore.4 Daily doth th' Almighty giver bounteous gifts on us bestow; his desire our soul delighteth, pleasure leads us where we go. Love doth stand at his hand; joy doth wait on his command.5 Still from earth to God eternal sacrifice of praise be done, high above all praises praising for the gift of Christ his Son. Christ doth call one and all: ye who follow shall not fall.
There is so much encouragement, not just comfort from these old hymns. I used to love busking with my bagpipes on The Royal Mile, Edinburgh, playing hymns as well as the marches strathspeys and reels etc. This hymn tune sounds beautiful on the bagpipes.
this hymn was chosen by Prince William because it was his mother's favorite in her school days. Almost 30 years ago and we never forget you. Diana my true Queen
O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home.
The King of love my shepherd is, whose goodness faileth never. I nothing lack if I am his, and he is mine forever. 2 Where streams of living water flow, my ransomed soul he leadeth; and where the verdant pastures grow, with food celestial feedeth. 3 Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed, but yet in love he sought me; and on his shoulder gently laid, and home, rejoicing, brought me. 4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill, with thee, dear Lord, beside me; thy rod and staff my comfort still, thy cross before to guide me. 5 Thou spreadst a table in my sight; thy unction grace bestoweth; and oh, what transport of delight from thy pure chalice floweth! 6 And so through all the length of days, thy goodness faileth never; Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise within thy house forever.
The Gloria is from the Liberation Mass, composed by Tony Hinnigan of the musical group Incantation, commissioned for the Silver Jubilee of the Coventry Cathedral.
