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September 14, 2009

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Catriona

I, too, was struck by the second of those as I watched Songs of Praise last night. I was transported back to school assemblies at the age of 11-12 and a Deputy Head whose thoroughgoing Anglicanism ensured carefully crafted, if slightly pompous, acts of worship. Not a hymn I've sung in many a year, but one whose words have stayed with me for a very long time. And as it is No 53 in BPW who knows...

Ruth Gouldbourne

we sing it quite often here in the centre of London....

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