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      <title>Hymnals and Memories</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Given my decidedly abysmal attendance at church this year, it is somewhat out of character that I arrive early enough to catch the beginning of the opening hymn, the incredibly mellifluous &lt;a href=&#34;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_Things_Bright_and_Beautiful&#34;&gt;All Things Bright and Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;. It is one hymn, in all its variants of tune and stanza, which I have come to associate with growing up all those many years ago on a University campus in Nigeria. For all of ten years, it was a perennial favourite amongst the teachers and prefects who led morning assemblies, and along with my well worn copy of &lt;a href=&#34;http://www.oremus.org/hymnal/sop25.html&#34;&gt;Songs of Praise&lt;/a&gt; remains stuck in my head as markers from that phase of life.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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