Mothering Sunday

Morning has broken, like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day.

Dearest Mother, may each day
Never see you alone.
May I pay your love to me
With the love of my own.
Never let my heart grow cold,
Never let me go.
Dearest Mother, may each day
Bring you smiles and joy.

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!
Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice;
Tender to me the promise of his word;
In God my Saviour shall my heart rejoice.

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his Name!
Make known his might, the deeds his arm has done;
His mercy sure, from age to age to same;
His holy name, the Lord, the Mighty One.

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his might!
Powers and dominions lay their glory by;
Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight,
The hungry fed, the humble lifted high.

Tell out, my soul, the glories of his word!
Firm is his promise, and his mercy sure.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord
To children's children and for evermore!

When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be,
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom,
Let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
There will be an answer, let it be. Refrain

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me,
Shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Refrain—three times

Make me a channel of Your peace,
Where there is hatred let me bring Your love,
Where there is injury, Your pardon, Lord,
And where there's doubt, true faith in You.

Oh, Master, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love with all my soul.

Make me a channel of Your peace;
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope,
Where there is darkness, only light,
And where there's sadness, ever joy.

Oh, Master, grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love with all my soul.

Make me a channel of Your peace;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
In giving to all men that we receive
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.

Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising,
Give me joy in my heart, I pray,
Give me joy in my heart, keep me praising,
Keep me praising 'till the break of day.

Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
Sing hosanna to the King of kings!
Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
Sing hosanna to the King.

Give me peace in my heart, keep me praying,
Give me peace in my heart, I pray,
Give me peace in my heart, keep me praying,
Keep me praying 'till the end of day.

Give me love in my heart, keep me praising,
Give me love in my heart, I pray,
Give me love in my heart, keep me praising,
Keep me praising 'till the break of day. Refrain

Give my oil in my lamp, keep me burning,
Give me oil in my lamp, I pray,
Give my oil in my lamp, keep me burning,
Keep me burning 'till the end of day. Refrain

Make me a fisher of men, keep me seeking,
Make me a fisher of men, I pray.
Make me a fisher of ment, keep me seeking,
Keep me seeking 'till the end of day. Refrain