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Will your anchor hold
04:31
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Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
when the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain,
will your anchor drift, or firm remain?
[CHORUS]
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
steadfast and sure while the billows roll;
fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s love!
Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear,
when the breakers roar and the reef is near?
While the surges rage, and the wild winds blow,
shall the angry waves then your bark o‘erflow?
Will your anchor hold in the floods of death,
when the waters cold chill your latest breath?
On the rising tide you can never fail,
while your anchor holds within the veil.
Will your eyes behold through the morning light
the city of gold and the harbour bright?
Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore,
when life‘s storms are past for evermore?
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2. |
Raise an alleluia
04:28
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Silver skeins of angel hair Alleluia, alleluia
Granite sky of migrant air Alleluia, alleluia
Harvest moon and solstice sun Alleluia, alleluia
Far flung tales of constellations Alleluia, alleluia
[CHORUS}
Stone and salt and sea
Raise an alleluia to our Maker
Raise an alleluia for the life in you and me
The mountain mass, its crowning peak
River rushing to greet the sea
The cauld wind’s blast, now westlin’ wind
If it’s dreich or it’s dry or the haar’s coming in
Root and gill and wing and hide
A million worlds that surround and collide
It’s an ancient song, a fleeting dance
In the swirl and the eddy of seasonal chance
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Let your borrowed breath sing
It’s a fair climb, but enjoy the view
Of this life you’re living, the life that you choose
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The glory and the grey
03:43
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I’m climbing, I’m climbing,
I’m climbing up the mountain.
I’m climbing, I’m climbing,
I’m climbing up the mountain.
I’m climbing, I’m climbing,
I’m climbing up the mountain.
The Lord’s gonna walk with me.
[CHORUS]
In the glory, in the grey,
in the glory, in the grey,
in the glory, in the grey,
The Lord’s gonna be with me.
I’m standing, I’m standing,
I’m standing on the mountain.
I’m standing, I’m standing,
I’m standing on the mountain.
I’m standing, I’m standing,
I’m standing on the mountain.
The Lord’s gonna shine so bright.
I’m living, I’m living,
I’m living in the valley.
I’m living, I’m living,
I’m living in the valley.
I’m living, I’m living,
I’m living in the valley.
The Lord’s gonna live there too.
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Love is the touch
02:50
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Love is the touch of intangible joy;
love is the force that no fear can destroy;
love is the goodness we gladly applaud:
God is where love is, for love is of God.
Love is the lilt in a lingering voice;
love is the hope that can make us rejoice;
love is the cure for the frightened and flawed:
God is where love is, for love is of God.
Love is the light in the tunnel of pain;
love is the will to be whole once again;
love is the trust of a friend on the road:
God is where love is, for love is of God.
Love is the Maker and Spirit and Son;
love is the kingdom their will has begun;
love is the path which the saints all have trod:
God is where love is, for love is of God.
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Take this moment
03:52
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Take this moment, sign and space;
take my friends around;
here among us make the place
where your love is found
Take the time to call my name,
take the time to mend
who I am and what I‘ve been,
all I‘ve failed to tend.
Take the little child in me,
scared of growing old;
help her here to find her worth
made in Christ‘s own mould.
Take the tiredness of my days,
take my past regret,
letting your forgiveness touch
all I can‘t forget.
Take my talents, take my skills,
take what‘s yet to be;
let my life be yours, and yet
let it still be me.
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For those in peril
02:32
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Eternal Father, strong to save,
whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
who bade the mighty ocean deep
its own appointed limits keep:
Hear us when we cry to thee
for those in peril on the sea.
O Christ, whose voice the waters heard
and hushed their raging at thy word,
who walked upon the foaming deep,
and calm amid the storm didst sleep:
Hear us when we cry to thee
for those in peril on the sea.
O Holy Spirit, who did brood
upon the waters dark and rude,
and bid their angry tumult cease,
and gave, for wild confusion peace:
Hear us when we cry to thee
for those in peril on the sea.
O Trinity of love and power,
Our kindred shield in danger’s hour
from rock and tempest, fire and foe,
protect them wheresoe‘er they go:
Hear us when we cry to thee
for those in peril on the sea.
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There is a line of women
03:08
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There is a line of women
extending back to Eve
whose role in shaping history
God only could conceive.
And though, through endless ages,
their witness was repressed,
God valued and encouraged them
through whom the world was blessed.
So sing of Sarah
to laughter she gave birth;
and sing of Tamar
who stood for women‘s worth;
and sing of Hannah
who bargained with her Lord;
and sing a song of Mary
who bore and bred God‘s Word.
There is a line of women
who took on powerful men
defying laws and scruples
to let life live again.
And though, despite their triumph,
their stories stayed untold
God kept their number growing,
creative, strong and bold.
So sing of Shiphrah
with Puah close at hand,
engaged to kill male children,
they foiled the king‘s command.
And sing of Rahab
who sheltered spies and lied;
and sing a song of Esther
preventing genocide.
There is a line of women
who stood by Jesus‘ side,
who housed him while he ministered
and held him when he died.
And though they claimed he‘d risen
their news was deemed suspect
till Jesus stood among them,
his womanly elect.
So sing of Anna
who saw Christ‘s infant face;
and sing of Martha
who gave him food and space;
and sing of all the Marys
who heeded his requests,
and now at heaven‘s banquet
are Jesus‘ fondest guests.
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8. |
Canticle of the turning
03:19
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My soul cries out with a joyful shout that
the God of my heart is great,
and my spirit sings of the wondrous things that
you bring to the ones who wait.
You fixed your sight on your servant’s plight
and my weakness you did not spurn
so from east to west shall my name be blest.
Could the world be about to turn?
[CHORUS]
My heart shall sing of the day you bring.
Let the fire of your justice burn.
Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near,
And the world is about to turn.
Though I am small, my God my all,
you work great things in me,
and your mercy will last from the depths
of the past to the end of the age to be.
Your very name puts the proud to shame;
and to those who would for you yearn,
you will show your might, put the strong to flight,
for the world is about to turn.
From the halls of power to the fortress tower,
not a stone will be left on stone.
Let the king beware for your justice tears
every tyrant from his throne.
The hungry poor shall weep no more,
for the food they can never earn;
there are tables spread, every mouth be fed,
for the world is about to turn.
Though the nations rage from age to age,
we remember who holds us fast:
God’s mercy must deliver us from
the conqueror’s crushing grasp.
This saving word that our forebears heard
is the promise which holds us bound,
‘til the spear and rod can be crushed by God
who is turning the world around.
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Helen and Ellen's waltz
03:08
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10. |
Dolorosa
05:12
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[CHORUS]
Dolorosa, standing alongside the cross
You know the pain of sorrow
You know the cause and the cost
When God’s own children suffer
You share the weight of their loss
The pain of the illness which brings nightly dread
The cry of the hungry denied daily bread
The silence of those who can’t speak for fear
And anguish of those who have no friend near
The pain of a people failed and oppressed
Their fight with injustice subdued not redressed
Stories unsung, futures unsure
You see the indifference shown the poor
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With a heart full of anxious request,
Which my Mother in heaven bestowed,
I wandered alone, and distressed,
In search of a quiet abode.
Astray and distracted I cried, —
Love, where would‘st Thou have me to be?
And the voice of the Lamb that had died
Said, Come, my beloved, to me.
I went — for She mightily brings
Weary souls to Her peaceful retreat —
And She gave me forgiveness of sins,
And songs that I love to repeat;
And oft as my enemies came,
My views of Her glory to dim,
She taught me to trust in Her name,
And by leaning on Her to win.
Made pure by the blood that She shed,
My heart in Her presence was free;
I was hungry and thirsty — She fed;
I was sick, and She comforted me;
She gave me the blessing complete —
The hope that is with me today,
And a quiet abode at Her feet,
That shall not be taken away.
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12. |
Long way to go
04:00
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[CHORUS]
It’s not time to forget:
a weight of history, a harsh reality.
– No, we’re not there yet:
There’s still a long, long long way to go.
While a law can lash me for letting down my hair,
while he gives permission for
me to go somewhere,
Sisters of the world, there’s still
a long long way to go.
While the land is passing from
fathers down to sons,
While I cannot choose if and when
the children come,
Sisters of the world,
there’s still a long long way to go.
When I’m earning less while I‘m
working just like you,
When an eyebrow raises about the job I do:
Brothers of the world, there’s still a long way to go.
When the clothes I wear, and what’s
underneath my dress
mean when I say “no”
that you‘re still hearing a “yes”:
Brothers of the world, there’s still a long way to go.
Someone spread a rumour to say
we’re almost done,
Someone‘s trying to tell us the battle’s almost won:
People of the world, there’s still a long way to go.
For each one of us, who is living fine and free,
There are thousands more waiting for equality:
People of the world, there’s still a long way to go.
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Siskin Green Edinburgh, UK
Siskin Green are a contemporary Scottish folk trio, drawing
on themes of faith, feminism and
justice.
Jane Bentley (percussion), Suzanne Butler (fiddle, guitar) & Margaret
McLarty (guitar, banjo, piano) weave close harmony singing with evocative folk
instrumentation. Fiery protest songs are balanced by re-imagined hymns & their own new
material, in a sound that moves between earthy and ethereal.
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