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RNZ News
26-04-2025
- General
- RNZ News
Hymns on Sunday, 27 April 2025
This week's programme features resurrection-themed hymns for Eastertide, an atmospheric rendition of Amazing Grace by the Tabernacle Choir at Temple Square, and a benediction from the 1662 Book of Common Prayer. Holy Trinity Cathedral Glassworks Photo: supplied Artist: Cambridge Singers, John Rutter (dir) Words/Music: George Woodward/Trad Recording: Collegium CSCD 500 This joyful Eastertide, away with care and sorrow! My love, the crucified, hath sprung to life this morrow. Refrain: Had Christ, that once was slain, ne'er burst his three-day prison, our faith had been in vain; but now is Christ arisen, arisen, arisen, arisen. My flesh in hope shall rest, and for a season slumber, till trump from east to west shall wake the dead in number. Refrain: Death's flood hath lost its chill, since Jesus crossed the river: Lover of souls, from ill my passing soul deliver. Refrain: Artist: Choir of St Mary's Episcopal Cathedral, Edinburgh, Dennis Townhill (dir), Peter Backhouse (organ) Words/Music: William Chatterton Dix/Rowland Prichard Recording: Priory PRCD 376 Alleluia! Sing to Jesus; his the scepter, his the throne; Alleluia! His the triumph, his the victory alone! Hark! The songs of peaceful Zion 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, here on earth our food, our stay; Alleluia! Here the sinful flee to you from day to day. Intercessor, friend of sinners, earth's redeemer, hear our plea where the songs of all the sinless sweep across the crystal sea. Alleluia! King eternal, Lord omnipotent we own; Alleluia! Born of Mary, earth your footstool, heaven your throne. As within the veil you entered, robed in flesh, our great high priest; here on earth both priest and victim in the Eucharistic feast. Artist: City of Dunedin Choir Words/Music: Colin Gibson Recording: Private CD 810 He came singing love and he lived singing love; he died singing love. He arose in silence. For the love to go on we must make it our song: you and I be the singers. He came singing faith and he lived singing faith; he died singing faith. He arose in silence. For the faith to go on we must make it our song: you and I be the singers. He came singing hope and he lived singing hope; he died singing hope. He arose in silence. For the hope to go on we must make it our song: you and I be the singers. He came singing peace and he lived singing peace; he died singing peace. He arose in silence. For the peace to go on we must make it our song: you and I be the singers. Artist: Choir of Selwyn College, Cambridge/Sarah MacDonald (dir), Daveth Clark (org) Words/Music: Christan Gellert trans Cox/Henry Gauntlett Recording: Priory PRCD 714 Jesus lives! thy terrors now Can, O Death, no more appal us; Jesus lives! by this we know Thou, O Grave, canst not enthrall us. Alleluia! Jesus lives! henceforth is death But the gate of life immortal; This shall calm our trembling breath, When we pass its gloomy portal. Alleluia! Jesus lives! for us He died; Then, alone to Jesus living, Pure in heart may we abide, Glory to our Saviour giving. Alleluia! Jesus lives! our hearts know well Naught from us His love shall sever; Life, nor death, nor powers of hell Tear us from His keeping ever. Alleluia! Jesus lives! to Him the throne Over all the world is given: May we go where He is gone, Rest and reign with Him in Heaven. Alleluia! Artist: Viva Voce/John Rosser (dir), Michael Bell (org) Words/Music: Shirley Murray/Colin Gibson Recording: NZ Hymnbook Trust 941300 Honour the dead, our country's fighting brave, honour our children left in foreign grave, where poppies blow and sorrow seeds her flowers, honour the crosses marked forever ours. Weep for the places ravaged by our blood, weep for the young bones buried in the mud, weep for the powers of violence and greed, weep for the deals done in the name of need. Honour the brave whose conscience was their call, answered no bugle, went against the wall, suffered in prisons of contempt and shame, branded as cowards, in our country's name. Weep for the waste of all that might have been, weep for the cost that war has made obscene, weep for the homes that ache with human pain, weep that we ever sanction war again. Honour the dream for which our nation bled, held now in trust to justify the dead, honour their vision on this solemn day: peace known in freedom, peace the only way. Artist: Mormon Tabernacle Choir Words/Music: John Newton/Trad arr Edwin Excell Recording: Bonneville 519602 Amazing grace! how sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found. Was blind but now I see. Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved: How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed! Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me. His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun. Amazing grace! how sweet the sound. Artist: Choir of Christ's College, Cambridge Words/Music: Cyril Alington/Hubert Parry Recording: Priory PRCD 721 Ye who know the Lord is gracious, Ye for whom a Cornerstone Stands, of God elect and precious, Laid that you may build thereon, See that on that sure foundation Ye a living temple raise, Towers that may tell forth salvation, Walls that may re-echo praise. Living stones, by God appointed Each to an allotted place, Kings and priests, by God anointed, Shall you not declare his grace? Ye, a royal generation, Tell the tidings of your birth, Tidings of a new creation To an old and weary earth. Tell the praise of him who called you Out of darkness into light, Broke the fetters that enthralled you, Gave you freedom, peace, and sight; Tell a tale of sins forgiven, Strength renewed, and hope restored, Till the earth, in tune with heaven, Praise and magnify the Lord. Artist: Cambridge Singers, City of London Sinfonia, John Rutter (conductor) Words/Music: Book of Common Prayer/John Rutter Recording: Collegium CSCD 522 The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God, and of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord: and the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be amongst you and remain with you always. Amen.
Spectator
23-04-2025
- General
- Spectator
What Lent taught me about the sugar tax
Christ is risen. Lent is over, Eastertide has begun. With it, my Lenten fast – and that of millions of others – has also reached its natural conclusion. This year, I sacrificed every kind of sweet treat I could think of: cakes, chocolate, biscuits, jam, pastries, ice cream. In doing so, I found myself grappling with the significance of resisting temptation in a society that increasingly outsources its self-discipline. Back in March, I knew the next 40 days and 40 nights would not be easy. That is why I chose to do it. Growing up, no dinner was complete without a dessert. My grandad's puddings would have made Mary Berry blush. Thanks to my family of sugar fiends, I have a ridiculously sweet tooth. As an adult, I regularly cave to my sugary cravings.
BBC News
21-04-2025
- Politics
- BBC News
Pope Francis' death: 'We feel a real sense of loss'
The death of Pope Francis has led to a real sense of personal loss that everyone was feeling, the Archbishop of Birmingham has Bernard Longley said he was shocked at the news but also "extremely grateful for everything that we've received from him."In 2019, at a mass in Rome, the Pope declared theologian and poet Cardinal John Henry Newman, who died in Birmingham in 1890, a saint. The Archbishop had met the Pope on several occasions and said he was always "so natural and really friendly".The Pope died on Easter Monday morning at the age of 88, a day after he appeared at St Peter's Square in Rome. The Birmingham archdioces encompases Staffordshire, the West Midlands, Warwickshire, Worcestershire and much of his first official visit to meet the Pope, Archbishop Longley said: "He spent two and a half hours with us just listening to our concerns replying to us and engaging in a real conversation."And that was so heartening to know the pastor who leads the Catholic Church has a deep understanding of all the different issues right across the church's life and membership."Having seen those scenes yesterday, and with a real hope in our hearts that he was on the road to recovery, to hear that our Lord the Risen Christ has come to take him this Eastertide, my prayer is that he now enjoys the company of the Saints in the Kingdom."But there's a real sense of personal loss that all of us are feeling." The Bishop of Shrewsbury, Mark Davies, said in a statement: "Everyone who met Pope Francis during these past twelve years will remember his urgent request 'Please, pray for me.'"Sureena Brackenridge, the MP for Wolverhampton North East MP, also expressed her sorrow."He was seen as a great leader of the Church and meant a great deal to the global Catholic Communion," she said."My thoughts are with the Catholic Community in Wolverhampton and Willenhall." The Bishop of Lichfield, Dr Michael Ipgrave, spoke of the Pope's "embrace of incusion" and "devotion to his ministry"."Pope Francis's attention to the sick, the marginalised and the poor, placing them in the spotlight of Christ's love will be for me a defining memory of his Pontificate."His embrace of inclusion for those people has been inspirational and exemplary and deserves to be his legacy." Follow BBC Birmingham on BBC Sounds, Facebook, X and Instagram.
Bloomberg
28-03-2025
- Entertainment
- Bloomberg
Allegra Stratton: Is the UK Economy Springing Back to Life?
The Readout is taking a brief poetical turn this Friday. I have two poems ear-worming around my head as we digest both this morning's retail figures as well as the general economic picture as we end this spring statement week. A.E. Housman's Loveliest of trees, the cherry now is the first, because of the very obvious rudeness of health that London's cherry trees are in, all 'wearing white for Eastertide' (before you say 'Eugh, how saccharine,' I assure you the second verse isn't at all).
