EASTER SUNDAY
- Organ Prelude: Chorale Prelude on a melody by Melchior Vulpius - H. Willan
- Hymn: Jesus Christ is Risen Today (Common Praise #203)
- Land Acknowledgement and Greeting
- The Collect of the Day
- First Reading: Isaiah 25:6-9
- Psalm 118:1-2, 14-24
Response: This is the day the Lord has made; Let us rejoice and be glad. - Second Reading: 1 Corinthians 15:1-11
- Hymn: Alleluia! The Strife is O’er (Common Praise #212)
- The Gospel: John 20:1-18
- Sermon: The Rev Canon Pat Johnston
- Anthem Hark! Ten Thousand Harps and Voices (Craig Courtney)
- The Prayers of the People
- The Lord’s Prayer (sung)
- The Doxology and Blessing
- Hymn: Yours Be the Glory, Risen, Conquering Son (Common Praise #210)
- Postlude: Trumpet Finale (Henry Purcell)
Jesus Christ is Risen Today
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 which he endured, alleluia!
our salvation have procured; alleluia!
now above the sky he's King, alleluia!
where the angels ever sing: alleluia!
Alleluia! The Strife is O’er
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
The strife is o’er, the battle done; Now is the victor’s triumph won;
O let the song of praise be sung: Alleluia!
Death’s mightiest powers have done their worst, and Jesus hath his foes dispersed;
Let shouts of praise and joy outburst: Alleluia!
He closed the yawning gates of hell; the bars from heaven’s high portals fell.
Let sons of praise his triumph tell: Alleluia!
On the third morn he rose again, glorious in majesty to reign.
O let us swell the joyful strain: Alleluia!
Lord, by the stripes which wounded thee, from death’s dread sting thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to thee: Alleluia!
Yours Be the Glory, Risen, Conquering Son
Yours be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory over death you won.
Angels robed in splendour rolled the stone away,
kept the folded grave-clothes where your body lay.
Yours be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory over death you won.
See! 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.
Yours be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory over death you won.
No more we doubt you, glorious Prince of life:
What is life without you? Aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conquerors, through your deathless love;
bring us safe through Jordan to your home above.
Yours be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
endless is the victory over death you won.
