And the Word became Flesh

A setting of the words of the Nunc Dimittis and the story of the Presentation of Christ in the Temple from Luke chapter 2, to the tune of “Aurelia”, often

Beneath the quiet Doncaster sky, Where Woodlands’ winds move soft and slow, All Saints stands watch with patient eye, A steadfast friend through ebb and flow. Its stones recall the

My heart longs for the freedom That only you can give, Let me understand Lord, You died that I might live Break every chain that binds me In the power