Easter Hymn – have a look

Me at the console of St. James Dundas

Last year,  I wrote this hymn for the Easter Vigil of St. James Anglican Church in Dundas.  It was also sung the next morning for the Resurrection Eucharist. 

The images from the Great Vigil of Easter, as many of you will know, involve water, darkness and light, to put it simply.  Baptisms have often been held at the Vigil, and the great reading of the Exodus of Moses is read.  For many years running, I read the story, and it was difficult not to slide into John Cleese-esque “Pharoh, and his chariots, and his chariot drivers.” You can imagine the sound.  Not giggling was a requirement, and it was hard. 

Anyway, on to the hymn.  If you’re interested in using it, please be in touch with me for permission at loonsong@cogeco.ca   Thank you so much for reading this hymn. 


commissioned by Eric Osborne and St. James’ Anglican Church, Dundas, 

the Venerable Jim Sandilands and the Reverend Bill Mous 

for the Great Vigil of Easter, 2009 


Great Cascading Alleluias     

                                                      878787 suggested tune: Westminster Abbey 

Great cascading Alleluias 

Fill our spirits, warm our hearts. 

Jesus Christ is living, Risen, 

With the joy new life imparts. 

In response we raise our voices 

Shouting, “Now our living starts!” 


Life, renewed, will change our beings 

If we’re open to the call. 

Hearts of stone will soften, working, 

Pumping love and life for all. 

Spirits, too, can be restored when 

Love pours like a waterfall. 


Resurrection flows like water 

River splashing, sweet and pure. 

We are sprinkled with the blessing 

Living water can assure, 

And refresh the trees and grasses 

Fruits that feed and leaves that cure. 


When we gather ‘round the table 

Celebrating love that’s shared 

There is Resurrection in the 

Words and prayers with care prepared. 

Knowing Jesus’ sacrifice, the 

Gift that cannot be compared. 


Trumpets, voices, organs singing, 

Lifting Alleluias high. 

First the crowds had palms to wave, and 

Then they shouted, “Crucify!” 

Now the world has changed forever, 

 “Christ is Risen” fills the sky!      

Organ console reflections


More Marmot Information

Well, folks in this area will be able to hear me reading from the Marmot stories at an event called Vinyl Church at St. James in Dundas. We’ll have a hip jazz combo with a sultry singer (Sara. my wife) and I’ll do some readings from the Marmot canon.

Now, I know you’re thinking that it sounds like a rather popular CBC radio show, nothing could be further from the truth, in fact, I’ve never heard of Vinyl Cafe – oops – what I meant to say was, “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”  Yes, that’s it! 

The date in late February will be announced here on the blog shortly.


Marmot is a town of my own creation, although its geography does have similarities to my home town of Dundas Ontario.  I have written about Marmot in a series of short stories, mostly centred around the people who inhabit this odd little world.

The mayor is “Gentleman Jim” Gilderslieth, and he keeps the town running, or he thinks he does.   As the grossly illegitimate scion of one of Marmot’s most distinguished families, Jim has always had to scratch and fight for what was his, and mostly, he’s done it.

Those of you who know me will know that the churches will loom large in Marmot, and they do.  Mount Cavalry (not a spelling error, that’s what the sign outside the door says) is the local Pentecostal church, and there are church for the Baptists and Anglicans and others.  The Baptist church gets moved to a new location, and later a visit from the local Bishop to the Anglican church – these are chronicalled in the Marmot stories.

How did Marmot get a Pet Cemetery?  How did the school get a newly painted gym?  Why is the Holy Rosary Catholic gift store run by Israel Cohen?  You’ll get the answers.

The Marmot stories have been entombed in my computer, only brought out for the odd public reading, but I thought I’d start sharing them once in a while with my blog readers.  I hope you’ll enjoy your occasional visits to Marmot.