Loving Shepherd of Thy Sheep - The Cambridge Singers, John Roberts & John Rutter

In the garden of thy heart Plant naught but the rose of love In the garden of thy heart Plant naught but the rose of love And from the nightingale Of affection and desire Loosen not thy hold And from the nightingale Of affection and desire Loosen not thy hold In the garden of thy heart Plant naught but the rose of love In the garden of thy heart Plant naught but the rose of love Treasure the companionship of the righteous And eschew all fellowship with the ungodly Treasure the companionship of the righteous And eschew all fellowship with the ungodly O Friend! In the garden of thy heart Plant naught but the rose of love In the garden of thy heart Plant naught but the rose of love And from the nightingale Of affection and desire Loosen not thy hold And from the nightingale Of affection and desire Loosen not thy hold Treasure the companionship of the righteous And eschew all fellowship with the ungodly Treasure the companionship of the righteous And eschew all fellowship with the ungodly O Friend! - Lyrics are from a Writing of Bahá'u'lláh

A dream I saw in a curtain of treachery Between wolf's teeth it watched me deadly This flame made fresh ruins, and war Reigned supreme in every beast's core Ages of darkness took upon the earth Shadows glared on each evil birth Horned black riders rode under the stars Sun was unseen through mists of war Red stream rose to paint men's faces Horrible creatures raised to kill their children And from sky and earth lightning struck the living To burn, I rape and melt the ashes, of those once seeing All shades of white descended to wither Colours of flesh and blood made men shiver The riders pillaged and slayed meat And drank from the weeping heads with ease

I'm waiting in my cold cell When the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life And it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the gallows pole The sands of time for me are running low Motherfuckers Running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you" If there's a god, then why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me And though the end is near, I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth So when you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Hallowed be thy name Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Hallowed be thy name

May the Lord show His mercy upon you; May the light of His presence be your guide: May He guard you and uphold you; May His spirit be ever by your side. When you sleep, may His angels watch over you; When you wake, may He fill you with His grace. May you love Him and serve Him all your days, Then in heaven may you see His face.