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The Small Church Music website was founded in the year 2006 by Clyde McLennan (1941-2022) an ordained Baptist Pastor. For 35 years, he served in smaller churches across New South Wales, Victoria and Tasmania. On some occasions he was also the church musician.

As a church organist, Clyde recognized it was often hard to find suitable musicians to accompany congregational singing, particularly in small churches, home groups, aged care facilities. etc. So he used his talents as a computer programmer and musician to create the Small Church Music website.

During retirement, Clyde recorded almost 15,000 hymns and songs that could be downloaded free to accompany congregational singing. He received requests to record hymns from across the globe and emails of support for this ministry from tiny churches to soldiers in war zones, and people isolating during COVID lockdowns.

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TMJ Software worked with Clyde and hosted this website for him for several years prior to his passing. Clyde asked me to continue it in his absence. Clyde’s focus was to provide these recordings at no cost and that will continue as it always has. However, there will be two changes over the near to midterm.

Account Creation and Log-In
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To better manage access to the site, a requirement to create an account on the site will be implemented. Once this is done, you’ll be able to log-in on the site and download freely as you always have. 5202mp4

Restructure and Redesign of the Site
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The second change will be a redesign and restructure of the site. Since the site has many pages this won’t happen all at once but will be implement over time. As the sun began to rise, Elias watched

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As the sun began to rise, Elias watched the video version of himself stand up and walk toward the window. He tried to resist, gripping the edges of his desk until his knuckles turned white. On the screen, his digital self looked back at the "camera" and smiled—a look of predatory relief.

The video Elias then stepped through the glass of the window, not falling, but simply vanishing into the light.

The loop was beginning again, and someone else was about to find the file.

Elias felt his own body pulled toward the glass by an invisible tether. As he was dragged forward, he looked at his monitor one last time. The file name had changed. It now read .

As the sun began to rise, Elias watched the video version of himself stand up and walk toward the window. He tried to resist, gripping the edges of his desk until his knuckles turned white. On the screen, his digital self looked back at the "camera" and smiled—a look of predatory relief.

The video Elias then stepped through the glass of the window, not falling, but simply vanishing into the light.

The loop was beginning again, and someone else was about to find the file.

Elias felt his own body pulled toward the glass by an invisible tether. As he was dragged forward, he looked at his monitor one last time. The file name had changed. It now read .