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               1.   Spirit Divine                                3.36
               2.   God’s Moment                                 3.30
               3.   In The Stillness                             7.18
               4.   When We Cannot See Our Way                   3.26
               5.   His Provision                                5.03
               6.   The Quiet Heart                              2.42
               7.   In The Secret Of Thy Presence                3.40
               8.   Is It Nothing To You?                        5.06
               9.   Even Me                                      2.20
              10.   The Christian Mission                        2.18
              11.   All For Thee                                 3.05
              12.   Jesus Answers Prayer                         2.32
              13.   Christ’s Part                                2.47
              14.   The Greatest Of These                        4.22
              15.   Intercede, O Lord                            5.32
              16.   To The Hills                                 3.06
              17.   By His Hand                                  3.31
              18.   Grant Us Thy Peace                           4.20
              19.   Home To Thee from Reflections                1.46

                    Total CD Playing Time                       70.58

                           Executive Producer: Trevor Caffull
                                Producer: Adrian Peacock
                                Engineer: Brian A Hillson
                            Post Production: James Lawrence
                          Project Manager: Kevin J Coates MBE
                          Design & Artwork: Andrew Wainwright




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  Saturday 12 March 2005. Hendon                                      I would go silently,
  Highlights at the Royal Festival Hall,                          Lord, when I come to thee;
  featuring the host band from Hendon, The                       Glide as some gallant barque
  International Staff Band and star guests,                          Into the mighty dark.
  the King’s Singers. Arguably I shouldn’t                           Softly and gently ride
  have been there – I had lost a dear friend                         O’er the receding tide;
  very suddenly only two days previously, my                     Steer from the shores of time          Home To Thee
  wife had lost her mum and my three girls                         T’ward an eternal clime.              from Reflections
  had lost their Granny. But I was there –                            Lord, on a quiet sea             Words: Catherine Baird
                                                                                                      Music: Norman Bearcroft
  sometimes duty is a powerful thing!                              Let me sail home to thee.
                                                                                                            I would go silently,
  The King’s Singers were everything we had             It was exquisite on just about every level.    Lord, when I come to thee;
  hoped they would be, performing witty,                The stage of the Royal Festival Hall isn’t    Glide as some gallant barque
  entertaining music from their                         the place to cry, but I was helpless. The         Into the mighty dark.
  repertoire. In the second half of the                 words seemed to describe perfectly how            Softly and gently ride
  programme they surprised us with a                    the lady we all called Granny had left us         O’er the receding tide;
                                                                                                      Steer from the shores of time
  brilliantly constructed medley of three               and gone with confidence to be with her          T’ward an eternal clime.
  Salvation Army songs. We weren’t                      Lord.                                              Lord, on a quiet sea
  expecting it, and some in the audience
  stifled a laugh as, in the first instance, The        Immediately after the concert my good
  C h r i s t i a n M i s s i o n was interwoven with   friend, and producer of literally hundreds
  In The Secret Of Thy Presence. To some                of SP&S recordings over the past 20 years
  it may have seemed incongruous at first,              or so, Brian Hillson, saw me and suggested
  but it worked brilliantly. The medley ended           that we should try to engage the King’s
  with the final section of Reflections,                Singers to record a collection of ‘classic’
  Norman Bearcroft’s beautiful setting of               Salvation Army choral repertoire. Not for
  Catherine Baird’s haunting lyrics.                    the first time I tried to quash a good idea




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  BY HIS HAND                                  Grant us Thy Peace                                   because my vision wasn’t as great as the       recording, but that they were actually very
  Words: Joseph H. Gilmore                     Words: Ivy Mawby                                     person who had generated that idea. I told     keen to do so.
  Music: Thomas Mack                           Music: George Marshall                               Brian I felt it unlikely we would be able to
                                                                                                    record the King’s Singers as they would        Many months later, T h e Q ui e t H e a r t -
  He leadeth me! O, blessèd thought!           Softly the shadows fall o’er land and sea,
                                                                                                    have their own exclusive recording             C h o r a l E s s a y s V o l . 1 is the result. The
  O words with heavenly comfort fraught!       Voices of evening call, speaking to me,
  Whate’er I do, where’er I be,                Busy my hands this day,                              contract. The following day, I was speaking    King’s Singers themselves chose the
  Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me!       Small time to think or pray;                         to Doug Wilson who had been                    repertoire from nearly 100 titles we had
                                               Now at the close of day, I come to thee.             instrumental in bringing the King’s Singers    provided. In doing so they bring to this
  He leadeth me, he leadeth me!                                                                     to Hendon Highlights. He had the same          CD definitive performances of 19 classic
  By his own hand he leadeth me;               Lord, ’tis thy tender touch now we implore;          idea. Because he had established a good        Salvation Army songs, many of which are
  His faithful follower I will be,             Day with its toil is done, labour is o’er;           relationship with the King’s Singers he was    rarely heard these days. Perhaps this is
  For by his hand he leadeth me.               Now in the evening while shadows fall,
                                               Grant us thy peace, who give to thee our all.        determined to follow the idea up. He did,      because they do not fit the modern genre
  Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,                                                           and a while later told me the astonishing      of ‘worship song’, but the quality of both
  Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,         What can I bring to thee, fruit of today?            news that not only would the King’s            words and music are as timeless as the
  By waters still, o’er troubled sea,          Have I walked worthily in work and play?             Singers be prepared to make this               truths of which they speak.
  Still ’tis his hand that leadeth me.         Lightened my brother’s load,                                                                                                                  Trevor Caffull
                                               Walking life’s toilsome road,
  He leadeth me, he leadeth me...              New strength and love bestowed, master, I pray?

  Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,        Lord, ’tis thy tender touch now we implore...
  Nor ever murmur or repine,                                                                                              Countertenor David Hurley & Robin Tyson
  Content, whatever lot I see,                 While the birds homeward wend, seeking their nest,                                      Tenor Paul Phoenix
  Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.           Thou who has called me friend, knowest me best;                           Baritone Philip Lawson & Christopher Gabbitas
                                               Forgive if I should roam,                                                            Bass Stephen Connolly
  He leadeth me, he leadeth me...              And grant that I may come
                                               To find at last my home safe in thy breast.
                                                                                                               Arrangements and voicing for the King’s Singers by Philip Lawson.
                                               Lord, ’tis thy tender touch now we implore...                   The King’s Singers would like to thank Erika Esslinger for her help
                                                                                                                               in making this recording possible.

                                                                                                                              Recorded by B+H Sound Services Ltd.
                                                                                                                       at St Andrew’s Church, Toddington, Gloucestershire
                                                                                                                                        September 2006.




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                                                                                                           Intercede, O Lord                           To The Hills
  For nearly 40 years the King's Singers have been    orchestras such as the London Symphony               Words: Kenneth Tout                         Words & Music: Ernest Rance
  delighting audiences around the world with their    Orchestra, the BBC Concert Orchestra, the            Music: Wilfred Heaton
  incomparable musicianship combined with             Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and with chamber
  charm and wit. Founded in 1968 by six Choral        ensembles Concordia, Sarband and l’Arpeggiata.       O thou, who at the judgement bars           To the hills I lift my eyes,
  Scholars from King's College Cambridge, they                                                             Dost stand with guilty souls                The distant hills before me;
  quickly became a prominent musical force in the     They also team up with distinguished soloists like   To plead instead thy Calv’ry scars,         Hills that rise to reach the skies,
  UK. The rest of the world soon followed, so         Kiri te Kanawa, Emanuel Ax, George Shearing,         Plead my poor name beyond the stars         And spread their glory o’er me.
  that today the group's engagements are spread       Evelyn Glennie, Dudley Moore and even Bruce          Where God’s deep mercy rolls.               Planted by omnipotent hand,
  throughout the four corners of the globe.           Johnston of the Beach Boys. These collabora-                                                     By divine appointment they stand,
                                                                        tions have often resulted in       Lord, wilt thou plead for me?               To the hills I lift my eyes,
  Right from the start they                                             recordings to add to the           Lord, intercede for me.                     The beckoning hills before me.
  specialised in ‘everything’.                                          group's discography of over        Thy scars my plea shall be,
  From medieval music to                                                eighty albums.                     Thy blood my surety,                        Eyes may scan the dizzy height,
  masterpieces of the                                                                                      O, intercede!                               And human feet stand on it;
  Renaissance, from romantic                                            Renowned for their commit-                                                     Only faith, in mystic flight,
  songs to folk, pop and jazz,                                          ment to blend, balance and         O God, who learned to wield our tools       Can see the realms beyond it.
  their repertoire is all-                                              intonation in their own            And chose the human task,                   Steeper than the mountains of time,
  encompassing. Always on the                                           performances, they are keen        We looked for wrath who broke thy rules,    Higher than the loftiest climb,
  lookout for new pieces the six                                        to pass on their knowledge         But thou didst sup with us, though fools,   O’er the hills I lift my eyes;
  could sing together, they have,                                       through educational work.          ’Twas more than we dared ask.               From thence my help is coming.
  since their debut concert,                                            They regularly conduct
  commissioned works from                                               masterclass courses in many        Lord, wilt thou plead for me...             To the hills I’ll turn again,
  many well-known composers                                             countries, and since 1996 have                                                 Away from earthly slumber,
  including Krystof Penderecki,                                         been Prince Consort                O thou, who having shaped the skies,        There to gain the topmost plain;
  Luciano Berio, John McCabe,                                           Ensemble-in-Residence at the       Didst fashion yoke and plough,              May naught my way encumber.
  Peter Maxwell Davies, Ned Rorem and Gyorgy          Royal College of Music, London.                      Who left thy throne to agonise,             On the highest summit I’ll stand,
  Ligeti. This branch of their repertoire now                                                              Be counsel sure when justice tries;         There to view the long-promised land;
  comprises well over 150 pieces.                     But above all it is their simple enjoyment of what   Be my companion now!                        Though my eyes look to the skies,
                                                      they do that has captured the imagination of the                                                 I lift my heart to Heaven.
  The list of venues at which they have appeared is   public all over the world and kept the King's        Lord, wilt thou plead for me...
  equally diverse, including cathedrals and palaces   Singers at the top of their game for three and a
  as well as in many of the world's major concert     half decades. As The Times put it, they are ‘still
  halls. They have joined forces with many famous     unmatched for their musicality and sheer ability
                                                      to entertain.’




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  Christ’s Part                            The Greatest of These                           Spirit Divine                           God’s Moment
  Words: Robert Herrick                    Words: Arch R. Wiggins                          Words & Music: Brindley Boon            Words: Flora Larsson
  Music: James Curnow                      Music: George Marshall                                                                  Music: John Larsson
                                                                                           Spirit divine, come as of old
  Christ, he requires still,               Though in declaring Christ to the sinner,       With healing in thy train;              This is God’s moment, before you Christ pleads,
  Whereso’er he comes,                     I may all men surpass,                          Come, as thou did’st, to sanctify;      His blood shed on Calv’ry for you intercedes:
  To feed or lodge,                        If love impassioned seal not the message,       Let naught of sin remain.               His grace is sufficient to meet all your needs,
  To have the best of roomes:              I am nought but sounding brass.                                                         For this is God’s moment for you.
                                                                                           Come, great Spirit, come,
  Give him the choice,                     Love suffereth patiently;                       Make each heart thy home;               This is God’s moment, God’s moment for you,
  The best of roomes;                      Love worketh silently;                          Enter every longing soul;               A moment so solemn, yet joyous and new,
  Grant him the nobler part                Love seeketh not her own.                       Come, great Spirit, come.               Forgiven is all sinning,
  Of all the house;                        Love never faileth;                                                                     Real life is beginning,
  The best of all’s the heart.             Love still prevaileth,                          Spirit divine, purge thou our hearts,   For this is God’s moment for you.
                                           Lord, in me thy love enthrone!                  Make us to understand
                                                                                           Thy blessèd will concerning us,         This is God’s moment, his message you’ve heard,
                                           Though I have wisdom lighting all mysteries;    And teach us love’s command.            A long-silent chord in your heart has been stirred,
                                           Though I may all things know;                                                           Within you faith rises, you trust in his word,
                                           Though great my faith be, removing mountains,   Come, great Spirit, come,               For this is God’s moment for you.
                                           Without love ’tis empty show.                   Make each heart thy home;
                                                                                           Enter every longing soul;               This is God’s moment, God’s moment for you,
                                           Love suffereth patiently...                     Come, great Spirit, come.               A moment so solemn, yet joyous and new,
                                                                                                                                   Forgiven is all sinning,
                                           Though I distribute all my possessions;         Spirit divine, cleanse thou our souls   Real life is beginning,
                                           Though as a martyr die;                         With pentecostal flood;                 For this is God’s moment for you.
                                           My sacrifices profit me nothing,                Breathe into us the life that shows
                                           Unless love doth sanctify.                      The Father-love of God.                 This is God’s moment, a new day now breaks,
                                                                                                                                   Released from sin’s bondage your soul-life awakes,
                                           Love suffereth patiently...                     Come, great Spirit, come,               And thrills to the blessing of which it partakes,
                                                                                           Make each heart thy home;               For this is God’s moment for you.
                                                                                           Enter every longing soul;
                                                                                           Come, great Spirit, come.               This is God’s moment, God’s moment for you,
                                                                                                                                   A moment so solemn, yet joyous and new,
                                                                                                                                   Forgiven is all sinning,
                                                                                                                                   Real life is beginning,
                                                                                                                                   For this is God’s moment for you.




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  In The Stillness                                     ’Tis not with voice of shouting,                     All for Thee                         Jesus Answers Prayer
  Words: R. Woods                                      Nor with excited din                                 Words: Frances Ridley Havergal       Words: Ivy Mawby
  Music George Marshall                                God’s deep, sweet peace enfolds me,                  Music: Paul S. Kellner               Music: Alistair McHarg
                                                       And makes all calm within.
  ’Tis not with shrill of trumpet,                     But those who wait upon him                          Take my life, and let it be          Jesus answers when I call,
  Nor yet with crash of drums                          Find love holds fear at bay,                         Consecrated, Lord, to thee;          His sweet presence bringing,
  That each new day awakens                            The storms within are silenced                       Take my moments and my days,         Stoops to lift me when I fall,
  And light of morning comes.                          And care is driven away.                             Let them flow in ceaseless praise.   Sets the music ringing.
  But silently the shadows
  Steal one by one away;                               Come to my heart, Lord, like dew gently falling...   Take my hands, and let them move     When I talk with Jesus,
  The grey light turns to brightness,                                                                       At the impulse of thy love;          Bring to him my care,
  And noiselessly ’tis day.                                                                                 Take my feet, and let them be        With his own sweet comfort,
                                                                                                            Swift and beautiful for thee.        Jesus answers prayer.
  Come to my heart, Lord, like dew gently falling;
  Scatter my darkness like breaking of day.            When we cannot                                       Take my voice, and let me sing       When the shadows gather round,
  Now in the stillness I list’ for thy calling,        see our way                                          Always, only for my King;            Doubt or fear confessing,
  Ready to hear thy small voice as I pray,             Words: Thomas Kelly                                  Take my lips, and let them be        In my heart new strength is found
  Not in the fire, nor yet in the earthquake,          Music: Stephen Bulla                                 Filled with messages from thee.      As I seek his blessing.
  Here do but whisper, and I will obey.
                                                       When we cannot see our way,                          Take my silver and my gold,          When I talk with Jesus,
  ’Tis not that noise is power,                        Let us trust and still obey;                         Not a mite would I withhold;         Bring to him my care,
  Nor shouting victory,                                He who bids us forward go,                           Take my intellect, and use           With his own sweet comfort,
  And life will always triumph,                        Cannot fail the way to show.                         Every power as thou shalt choose.    Jesus answers prayer.
  Though it be quietly.
  The buds have noiseless waking,                      Though it be the gloom of night,                     Take my will, and make it thine,     All my joys he loves to share,
  Unsounding tread the years,                          Though we see no ray of light,                       It shall be no longer mine;          All my sorrows lighten;
  And silent is the breaking                           Since the Lord himself is there,                     Take my heart, it is thine own,      I can find him everywhere,
  Of earth when spring appears.                        ’Tis not meet that we should fear.                   It shall be thy royal throne.        Darkened paths to brighten.

  Come to my heart, Lord, like dew gently falling...   Be it ours, then, while we’re here,                  Take my love; my Lord, I pour        When I talk with Jesus,
                                                       Him to follow without fear,                          At thy feet its treasure-store;      Bring to him my care,
                                                       Where he calls us, there to go,                      Take myself, and I will be           With his own sweet comfort,
                                                       What he bids us, that to do.                         Ever, only, all for thee.            Jesus answers prayer.




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  Even Me                                      In the East of London the work began,              His Provision                                   Holy Spirit! promised presence fall on me.
  Words: Elizabeth Codner                      Glory, Hallelujah!                                 Words: John Gowans                              Holy Spirit! make me all I long to be.
  Music: Hebert Young                          Then far and near like fire it ran,                Music: Ivor Bosanko                             Holy Spirit! Holy Spirit!
                                               Sing Glory, Hallelujah!                                                                            Give your power to me, O Holy Spirit.
  Lord, I hear of showers of blessing                                                             At the moment of my weakness,
  Thou art scattering full and free,           Hallelujah, Glory, Hallelujah!                     When my need for power is plain,                Nothing now can rob God’s servant
  Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;        Hallelujah, Glory, Hallelujah!                     And my own strength is exhausted once again,    Of the peace that he bequeaths,
  Let some showers fall on me,                 Hallelujah to the Lamb,                            Then my Lord has made provision                 Nothing take away the strength
  Even me.                                     Sing Glory, Hallelujah!                            For the day of my despair,                      His presence breathes.
                                                                                                  And his precious Holy Spirit hears my prayer,   Of the everlasting arms of love
  I have long in sin been sleeping,            First in the streets and then in a tent,           My prayer.                                      I’m daily made aware,
  Long been slighting, grieving thee,          Glory, Hallelujah!                                 Then my Lord has made provision                 And his precious Holy Spirit hears my prayer,
  Long the world my heart’s been keeping,      With the word of life to the crowds it went,       For the day of my despair,                      My prayer,
  O, forgive and rescue me,                    Sing Glory, Hallelujah!                            And his precious Holy Spirit hears my prayer.   Of the everlasting arms of love
  Even me.                                                                                                                                        I’m daily made aware,
                                               And then we got a dancing room,                    Holy Spirit! promised presence fall on me.      And his precious Holy Spirit hears my prayer.
  Pass me not, O gracious Father,              Glory, Hallelujah!                                 Holy Spirit! make me all I long to be.
  Sinful though my heart may be;               Where hearts soon danced to a heavenly tune,       Holy Spirit! Holy Spirit!                       Holy Spirit! promised presence fall on me.
  Thou might’st leave me, but the rather       Sing Glory, Hallelujah!                            Give your power to me, O Holy Spirit.           Holy Spirit! make me all I long to be.
  Let thy mercy light on me,                                                                                                                      Holy Spirit! Holy Spirit!
  Even me.                                     Hallelujah, Glory, Hallelujah...                   When the darkness falls around me,              Give your power to me, O Holy Spirit.
                                                                                                  When bewildered and afraid,
                                               We may be rough and speak aloud,                   When I feel the most deserted and betrayed,
                                               Glory, Hallelujah!                                 Then my every need is answered
                                               But our words are blessed to the hardened crowd,   By God’s providential care,
  The Christian Mission                        Sing Glory, Hallelujah!                            And his precious Holy Spirit hears my prayer,
  Words: Anon.                                                                                    My prayer.
  Music: arr. Ray Steadman-Allen               And thus the Mission grows apace,                  Then my every need is answered
                                               Glory, Hallelujah!                                 By God’s providential care,
  Of the Christian Mission we now will sing,   For the Lord has made it a vessel of grace,        And his precious Holy Spirit hears my prayer.
  Glory, Hallelujah!                           Sing Glory, Hallelujah!
  To the honour of our Lord and King,
  Sing Glory, Hallelujah!                      Hallelujah, Glory, Hallelujah...




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  The Quiet Heart                                        In the secret                             Is it nothing to you?                                   Is it nothing to you that one day Jesus died,
  Words: James Morgan                                    of Thy Presence                           Words: Albert E. Mingay                                 That men mocked him and, heedless, passed by?
  Music: June Collin                                     Words: Albert Orsborn                     Music: Charles Skinner                                  No sorrow was e’re like the sorrow he bore
                                                         Music: Eric Ball                                                                                  When they scorned him and left him to die.
  ’Twas in the stillness of the night that Jesus came;                                             Is it nothing to you that one day Jesus came
  No blare of trumpets heralded his birth                In the secret of thy presence,            All our sorrow and suffering to share?                  Is it nothing to you that his cross speaks our shame?
  Nor broke the silence of the earth;                    Where the pure in heart may dwell,        He came as the light of new hope for a world            Is it nothing to you, for whose cleansing he came,
  No clang of bells or blantant hue and cry              Are the springs of sacred service         In the day of its darkest despair.                      That our guilt made his Calv’ry
  Disturbed the calm beneath the Bethlehem sky.          And a power that none can tell.                                                                   And pierced his hands through?
  When Jesus came ’twas night,                           There my love must bring its offering,    Is it nothing to you that his cross speaks our shame?   Is it nothing to you?
  And the world was still.                               There my heart must yield its praise,     Is it nothing to you, for whose cleansing he came,      Is it nothing, nothing to you?
                                                         And the Lord will come, revealing         That our guilt made his Calv’ry
  ’Tis to the quiet heart he loves to come:              All the secrets of his ways.              And pierced his hands through?                          Is it nothing to you that today Jesus saves?
  Not often ’midst the tumult of the day,                                                          Is it nothing to you?                                   Though we stand all condemned before God
  When we can find small time to think or pray,          More than all my lips may utter,          Is it nothing, nothing to you?                          He carries our sin on his own loving heart,
  Or when, confused by agitating care,                   More than all I do or bring,                                                                      And he saves by his pardoning blood.
  We find no secret place for him to share.              Is the depth of my devotion               Is it nothing to you that one day Jesus gave,
  We must be still if we his voice would hear.           To my Saviour, Lord and King.             Gave in love of his measureless all?                    Is it nothing to you that his cross speaks our shame?
  ’Tis to the quiet heart he loves to come.              Nothing less will keep me tender;         So richly he poured out his limitless life              Is it nothing to you, for whose cleansing he came,
                                                         Nothing less will keep me true;           When he answered our pitiful call.                      That our guilt made his Calv’ry
                                                         Nothing less will keep the fragrance                                                              And pierced his hands through?
                                                         And the bloom on all I do!                Is it nothing to you that his cross speaks our shame?   Is it nothing to you?
                                                                                                   Is it nothing to you, for whose cleansing he came,      Is it nothing, nothing to you?
                                                         Blessèd Lord, to see thee truly,          That our guilt made his Calv’ry
                                                         Then to tell as I have seen,              And pierced his hands through?
                                                         This shall rule my love supremely,        Is it nothing to you?
                                                         This shall be the sacred gleam.           Is it nothing, nothing to you?
                                                         Sealed again is all the sealing,
                                                         Pledged again my willing heart,
                                                         First to know thee, then to serve thee,
                                                         Then to see thee as thou art.




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