The hymns


Words by William Blake (1804), Music by C. Hubert H. Parry (1916) (MIDI)

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 these dark Satanic Mills?

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 will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England’s green & pleasant Land

Chosen because it's a jolly good tune, and is also quintessentially English (i.e. it's eccentric, inward-looking and doesn't make much sense). David also has fond memories of the version by Emerson, Lake and Palmer.

O perfect love

Words by Dorothy Gurney (1883), Music by Frederick C. Atkinson (1885) (MIDI)

O perfect Love, all human thought transcending,
lowly we kneel in prayer before thy throne,
that theirs may be the love which knows no ending,
whom thou forevermore dost join in one.

O perfect Life, be thou their full assurance,
of tender charity and steadfast faith,
of patient hope and quiet, brave endurance,
with childlike trust that fears nor pain nor death.

Grant them the joy which brightens earthly sorrow;
grant them the peace which calms all earthly strife,
and to life's day the glorious unknown morrow
that dawns upon eternal love and life.

Chosen because we liked the words.

Last updated: Monday, September 29, 2008