We knew we couldn’t do sombre and Lenten for long. Or rather, we’ve never been good at being anything but jocund as Wordsworth’s daffodils come Easter Sunday. Here’s a hymn for all fellow choristers to be sung to the same tune as ‘All Creatures of Our God and King.’
Though fair warning- we don’t actually recommend damaging the organist. They can be awkward and a nuisance and they think they’re in charge, but they do have their uses, especially after you’ve broken the rector with over-singing.