Although an irreligious ne'er-do-well by both birth and inclination I nevertheless find myself attending Holy Mass from time to time, chiefly during the Easter Triduum where most things make we weep like a baby. The Procession of the Cross: This is the Wood of the Cross on which my redeemer hung; come, come, let us adore, come, come, let us adore, the Saviour of the world.. The old spiritual Were You There When they Crucified My Lord? is likewise guaranteed to waste me, as do such things as When I Survey the Wondrous Cross (though WAV's rendering has almost entirely ruined it for me) and My Song is Love Unknown.

At Christmas, I can't sing Silent Night for blubbing, but only in the context of worship at Midnight Mass, where things take on a very different hue. Whilst temporarily resident at Worth Abbey a decade or so back I became addicted to Gelineau Psalm Tones; his special for Psalm 110 is still with me yet, but I can't get through it without choking up.