All good games of rounders are sent from heaven above,
Now thank the Lord, Now thank the Lord,
For all the bats and balls”
(We Plough The Fields and Scatter, 1996 edition)
“Angels in bright raincoats, rolled the stone away” (Thine Be The Glory, 1993 edition)
We had to sing “Think of a world without any flowers” almost every morning. I had a vivid imagination. It devastated me.
There was one called Jubilate.
“Jubilatte! Everybod-ay, praise the Lord in all his ways and-“
Can’t remember the rest but it was terribly exciting, very jaunty.
I hated school so I still get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach when I hear Morning Has Broken, Colours of Day or Give Me Joy in My Heart.