Deacon David McConkey has recorded accompaniments to several Hymns for you, so that you can praise God by singing as part of your worship this Easter. Other hymns here are recorded by some members of the music group.

God's Spirit is in my heart, He has called me and set me apart. This is what I have to do, what I have to do. He sent me to give the Good News to the poor, Tell prisoners that they are prisoners no more, Tell blind people that they can see, And set the downtrodden free And go tell everyone the news that the Kingdom of God has come, And go tell everyone the news that the Kingdom of God has come. Just as the Father sent me, So I'm sending you out to be My witnesses throughout the world, The whole of the world. Don't worry what you have to say, Don't worry because on that day God's Spirit will speak in your heart, Will speak in your heart.

Oh living water, refresh my soul,
Oh living water, refresh my soul,
Spirit of Joy, Lord of Creation.
Spirit of hope, Spirit of peace

Verse 1: Spirit of God, Spirit of God

Verse 2: Oh set us free, Oh set us free.

Verse 3: Come pray in us, come pray in us.


The Kingdom (the Kingdom)
Of Heaven (of Heaven)
The Kingdom of Heaven is yours! A new world (a new world)
In Jesus (in Jesus)
A new world in Jesus is yours!

Blessed are you in sorrow and grief For you shall all be consoled.
Blessed are you the gentle of heart You shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are you who hunger for right For you shall be satisfied.
Blessed are you the merciful ones For you shall be pardoned too.

Blessed are you whose hearts are pure Your eyes shall gaze on the Lord.
Blessed are you who strive after peace The Lord will call you his own.

Blessed are you who suffer for right The Heavenly Kingdom is yours.
Blessed are you who suffer for me For you shall reap your reward.
Come down, O Love divine,
Seek thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with thine own ardour glowing:
O Comforter, draw near,
Within my heart appear,
And kindle it, thy holy flame bestowing.

O let it freely burn
Till earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
And let thy glorious light
Shine ever on my sight
And clothe me round, the while my path illuming.

Let holy charity
Mine outward vesture be
And lowliness become mine inner clothing;
True lowliness of heart,
Which takes the humbler part,
And o’er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.

And so the yearning strong,
With which the soul will long,
Shall far outpass the power of human telling;
For none can guess its grace,
Till he become the place
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.

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.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Until my heart is pure:
Until with thee I have one will
To do and to endure.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
Till I am wholly thine,
Until this earthly part of me
Glows with thy fire divine.

Breathe on me, Breath of God,
So shall I never die,
But live with thee the perfect life
Of thine Eternity.

We have a gospel to proclaim:
Good news for all throughout the earth,
The Gospel of a Saviour’s name:
We sing his glory, tell his worth.

Tell of his birth at Bethlehem,
Not in a royal house or hall
But in a stable dark and dim:
The Word made flesh, a light for all.

Tell of his death at Calvary,
Hated by those he came to save;
In lowly suffering on the cross
For all he loved, his life he gave.

Tell of that glorious Easter morn:
Empty the tomb, for he was free;
He broke the power of death and hell
That we might share his victory.

Tell of his reign at God’s right hand,
By all creation glorified;
He sends his Spirit on his church
To live for him, the Lamb who died.

Now we rejoice to name him king:
Jesus is Lord of all the earth;
The Gospel message we proclaim:
We sing his glory, tell his worth.

Veni, Creator Spiritus,
Mentes tuorum visita,
Imple superna gratia
Quæ tu creasti pectora.

Qui diceris Paraclitus,
Altissimi donum Dei,
Fons vivus, ignis, caritas,
Et spiritalis unctio.

Tu septiformis munere,
Dig’tus paternæ dexteræ,
Tu rite promissum Patris
Sermone ditans guttura.

Accende lumen sensibus,
Infund’ amorem cordibus,
Infirma nostri corporis
Virtute firmans perpeti.

Hostem repellas longius,
Pacemque dones protinus;
Ductore sic te prævio,
Vitemus omne noxium.

Deo Patri sit Gloria,
Et Filio qu’a mortuis
Surrexit, ac Paraclito,
In sæculorum sæcula. Amen.

(an English translation for singing—i.e. not literal)

Come, O Creator Spirit, come
And make within our hearts thy home;
To us thy grace celestial give
Who of thy breathing move and live.

O Comforter, that name is thine,
Of God most high the gift divine;
The well of life, the fire of love,
Our souls’ anointing from above.

Thou dost appear in sev’nfold dower
The sign of God’s almighty pow’r;
The Father’s promise, making rich
With saving truth our earthly speech.

Our sense with thy light inflame,
Our hearts to heav’nly love reclaim;
Our bodies’ poor infirmity
With strength perpetual fortify.

Our mortal foe afar repel,
Grant us henceforth in peace to dwell;
And so to us, with thee for guide,
No ill shall come, no harm betide.

May we by thee the Father learn,
And know the Son, and thee discern,
Who art of both; and thus adore
In perfect faith for evermore.

All glory to the Father be,
All glory, risen Son, to thee,
Who with the Paraclete art one,
Reigning while endless ages run. Amen.

Alleluia, sing to Jesus!
His the glory, his the throne.
Alleluia, his the triumph,
His the victory alone:
Hark, the songs of peaceful Sion
Thunder like a mighty flood,
Jesus out of every nation
Has redeemed us by his blood.

Alleluia, not as orphans
Are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia, he is near us,
Faith believes, nor questions how;
Though the cloud from sight received him
When the forty days were o’er,
Shall our hearts forget his promise,
‘I am with you evermore’?

Alleluia, Bread of Angels,
Thou on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia, here the sinful
Flee to thee from day to day;
Intercessor, friend of sinners,
Earth’s Redeemer, plead for me
Where the songs of all the sinless
Sweep across the crystal sea.

Alleluia, King eternal,
Thee the Lord of lords we own;
Alleluia, born of Mary,
Earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne;
Thou within the veil hast entered,
Robed in flesh, our great High Priest;
Thou on earth both priest and victim
In the eucharistic Feast. (William Chatterton Dix)

The head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty victor’s brow.

The highest place that heav’n affords
Is his, is his by right,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And heav’n’s eternal light.

The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
To whom he manifests his love,
And grants his name to know.

To them, the cross with all its shame,
With all its grace, is giv’n;
Their name an everlasting name;
Their joy the joy of heav’n.

They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with him above,
Their profit and their joy to know
The myst’ry of his love.

The cross he bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to him;
His people’s hope, his people’s wealth,
Their everlasting theme. (Thomas Kelly)

Lord, enthroned in heav’nly splendour,
First begotten from the dead,
Thou alone, our strong defender,
Liftest up thy people’s head.
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Jesus, true and living bread!

Prince of life, for us thou livest,
By thy body souls are healed;
Prince of peace, thy peace thou givest,
By thy blood is pardon seal’d;
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Word of God, in flesh revealed.

Thou the lowliest form doth veil thee
As of old in Bethlehem,
Here as there thine angels hail thee,
Branch and flower of Jesse’s stem:
Alleluia, Alleluia,
We in worship join with them.

Paschal Lamb! thine offering, finished
Once for all when thou wast slain,
In its fullness undiminished
Shall for evermore remain:
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Cleansing souls from ev’ry stain.

Life-imparting heav’nly manna,
Stricken rock, with streaming side,
Heav’n and earth with loud hosanna
Worship thee, the Lamb who died:
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Risen, ascended, glorified! (George Hugh Bourne)

Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark, how the heav’nly anthem drowns
All music but its own:
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of him who died for thee,
And hail him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.

Crown him the Virgin’s Son,
The God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won,
Which now his brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose,
As of that rose the stem,
The root, whence mercy ever flows,
The babe of Bethlehem.

Crown him the Lord of love;
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.

Crown him the Lord of peace,
Whose powers a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise:
His reign shall know no end,
And round his pierced feet
Fair flowers of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown him the Lord of heaven,
One with the Father known,
And the blest Sprit through him given
From yonder triune throne:
All hail, Redeemer, hail,
For thou hast died for me:
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity. (Matthew Bridges)

At the start of the Mass of the Last Supper: "Praise to the Holiest in the Height"

Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise,
In all his words most wonderful,
Most sure in all his ways.

O loving wisdom of our God,
When all was sin and shame,
A Second Adam to the fight,
And to the rescue came.

O wisest love! That flesh and blood
Which did in Adam fail,
Should strive afresh against the foe,
Should strive and should prevail;

And that a higher gift than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God’s presence and his very self,
And Essence all divine.

O generous love! That he who smote
In man for man the foe,
The double agony in man
For man should undergo.

And in the garden secretly
And on the Cross on high,
Should teach his brethren, and inspire
To suffer and to die.

Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise,
In all his words most wonderful,
Most sure in all his ways.

—St John Henry Newman (1801-90)

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.

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 is living, death has lost its sting.

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.

—E.L.Budry (1854-1932); trans. R.B . Hoyle (1875-1939)

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Sing with all the saints in glory,
Sing the resurrection song!
Death and sorrow, earth’s dark story
To the former days belong.
All around the clouds are breaking,
Soon the storms of time shall cease;
In God’s likeness we awaken,
Knowing everlasting peace.

O what glory, far exceeding
All that eye has yet perceived!
Holiest hearts for ages pleading,
Never that full joy conceived.
God has promised, Christ prepares it,
There on high our welcome waits;
Ev’ry humble spirit shares it,
Christ has passed th’eternal gates.

Life eternal! heaven rejoices:
Jesus lives who once was dead;
Shout with joy, O deathless voices!
Child of God, lift up your head!
Patriarchs from distant ages,
Saints all longing for their heaven,
Prophets, psalmists, seers and sages
All await the glory giv’n.

Life eternal! O what wonders
Crowd on faith; what joy unknown,
When, amidst earth’s closing thunders,
Saints shall stand before the throne!
O to enter that bright portal,
See that growing firmament,
Know with you, O God immortal,
‘Jesus Christ whom you have sent!’

—William J. Irons (1812-83), altered

Jesus Christ is risen today, Alleluia!
Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!
Who did once upon the Cross, Alleluia!
Suffer to redeem our loss, Alleluia!

Hymns of praise then let us sing, Alleluia!
Unto Christ, our heavenly king, Alleluia!
Who endured the Cross and grave, Alleluia!
Sinners to redeem and save, Alleluia!

But the pains that ne endured, Alleluia!
Our salvation have procured, Alleluia!
Now above the sky He’s King, Alleluia!
Where the angels ever sing, Alleluia!

—Lyra Davidica (1708)