Music

Do you have a talent - known, or maybe unknown?

Feel free to share your musical skills to our parish family and beyond. Email carnmoneyparishchurch@gmail.com

Mrs Eileen Staley - Piano
Megan barnes - violin

There is a Green Hill Far Away
Cecil Frances Alexander

1. There is a green hill far away,
without a city wall,
 where the dear Lord was crucified,
who died to save us all.

2. We may not know, we cannot tell,
what pains he had to bear;
 but we believe it was for us
 he hung and suffered there.

3. He died that we might be forgiv'n,
he died to make us good,
 that we might go at last to heav'n,
saved by his precious blood.

4. There was no other good enough
to pay the price of sin;
 he only could unlock the gate
 of heav'n, and let us in.

5. O dearly, dearly has he loved,
and we must love him too,
 and trust in his redeeming blood,
and try his works to do

O Sacred Head, Now Wounded
Bernard of Clairvaux

1. O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down;
now scornfully surrounded
 with thorns, thine only crown;
 O sacred Head, what glory,
 what bliss 'til now was thine!
 Yet, though despised and gory,
 I joy to call thee mine.

2. What thou, my Lord, hast suffered
was all for sinners' gain:
 mine, mine was the transgression,
but thine the deadly pain.

Lo, here I fall, my Saviour!
'Tis I deserve thy place;
look on me with thy favour,
vouchsafe to me thy grace.

3. What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest Friend,
for this, thy dying sorrow,
 thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love to thee.

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

1. When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of Glory died;
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.

2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
save in the death of Christ, my God;
all the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.

3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown.

4. Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

Jesus Christ is Risen Today
anonymous Latin hymn

1 Jesus Christ is ris'n today, Alleluia!
our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!
who did once upon the cross Alleluia! suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia!

2 Hymns of praise then let us sing Alleluia! unto Christ our heav'nly King, Alleluia! who endured the cross and grave, Alleluia! sinners to redeem and save. Alleluia!

3 But the pains which he endured, Alleluia! our salvation have procured; Alleluia!
 now above the sky he's King, Alleluia! where the angels ever sing. Alleluia!

4 Sing we to our God above Alleluia! praise eternal as his love; Alleluia! praise him, all ye heav'nly host, Alleluia! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Alleluia!

Thine Be The Glory
Edmond Louis Budry

1 Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son:
endless is the vict'ry thou o’er death hast won;
angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave-clothes where thy body lay.

Refrain:
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son;
endless is the vict'ry 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. [Refrain]

3 No more we doubt thee, glorious Prince of life;
life is naught without thee: aid us in our strife;
make us more than conqu'rors, thro' thy deathless love:
bring us safe thro' Jordan to thy home above. [Refrain]