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Good Friday – Two hymns and three monologues, including audio (further material listed for Passion Sunday)

GOOD FRIDAY

Pilate reacts

What kind of king are you,
you Jew?
The priests condemn you for they say you spite them,
yet you will not fight them.
They say you claim to be a king to rule them.
Do you just fool them?
They throw your talk of kingdom in your face.
You say that it is not your kind of place,
Yet now you claim to know the source of truth?
You're not a callow youth.
There is no sense in such.
You talk too much -
and kingdom speeches cannot be allowed.
I'll leave the last decision to the crowd.

And Christ whose kingdom turned things upside-down
was destined then to wear a thorn-spiked crown

Marjorie Dobson © 2019 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk. Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd.
From Unravelling the Mysteries, Stainer & Bell Ltd., 2019.

Creation's pulse, the rhythm of each day

Creation's pulse, the rhythm of each day,
the pulse of God, yet life blood ebbs away.
The light is fading, eyes will strain to see.
Contorted muscles struggle to be free.

Yes God, is dying, God is hung up high,
and soon that pulsing life blood will be dry.
The darkness falls, life's rhythm has its end,
and they will grieve: his mother, father, friend.

God hung and died, the butt of human hate,
this depth of love demanded such a fate;
For when aggression came onto the stage
God offered love instead of violent rage.

Now all is plain for faulted humankind,
no riddle to unravel, fathom, find:
that those who know the rhythm of God's grace
should loose that pulse of love within this place.

Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre: 10 10 10 10
Tune: WOODLANDS

Act of God

Flesh and blood,
torn apart daily
in conflict,
terror,
crime,
torture,
accident
or Act of God.

Act of God, they say.
As if a vindictive God
oversaw all disaster
as an event planned
for satisfaction
of some unknown purpose.

Yet the act of God
that tore flesh to the bone
and brought agony,
despair
and death by execution
for the sake of humanity
is rarely mentioned.

Unless it is by those
who gather at a table
to break bread and drink wine
in order to absorb something
of the same sacrificial spirit
that was in Jesus.

Marjorie Dobson © 2019 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, copyright@stainer.co.uk
Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd.
From Unravelling the Mysteries, Stainer & Bell Ltd., 2019.

Tortured, beaten, scarred and tainted

Tortured, beaten, scarred and tainted,
Not a picture deftly painted,
More a tattered, battered being,
Torn, disfigured, stark, unseeing.

Muscles twisted, strained, contorted,
Body dangling, bruised, distorted.
Life blood drying, sun-baked, stinging,
Hatred, bitter hatred, flinging.

Crowds insensate, tempers vented,
Full of anger, discontented.
Curses scattered, insults flying,
Spurned, derided, God is dying.

Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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From Blinded by the Dazzle, Stainer & Bell, 1997.

A pieta reflection – Mary cradles Jesus. Audio - make sure sound is turned up - Written and read by Marjorie Dobson. Copyright details under transcript below
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A pieta reflection - Transcript - Marjorie Dobson

They let me hold him before they took his body away.

They lifted him so gently and carefully and laid him so that his scourged back and bleeding shoulders rested against the soft fabric of my dress. I could feel the torn flesh weeping through the cloth, spreading and seeping through to my skin.

The thorns, that mockery of a crown, had gone.
Friends had taken them away as quickly as they could, but some had gone so deep they had broken and couldn't be removed and the imprint of that cruel irony was written there in blood.

I held his hands, once strong and skilful, crafting wood in the workshop, using the tools of his trade.

Gentle, trusting hands I'd held through childhood, now mangled by hammer and nails - an executioner's tools.

Healing hands, hands that had helped so many - now broken, the flesh pierced, opened and torn; the bones crushed and splintered.

And had they needed to strike with that spear at the end?
Couldn't they see he was dead already?
Why did they have to put that senseless wound in his side?
What had he done to deserve any of that?
Couldn't they even let his dead body alone?

So, as I cradled his tortured, bloodied head and strand by strand, lifted his tangled hair away from the open wounds above his staring eyes, I raged against the God who gave him to me and then tore him from me in such a violent fashion.

Oh, God! Why did you let this happen?
You could have saved him! You could have warned him! You could have let him escape.
You could have changed their minds before they did this to him.
You had the power - why didn't you use it?

And as I wept and railed at God, my tears washed down over his beloved face and mingled with his blood and I closed his God-forsaken eyes to shut out the desolation I saw there.
At that last moment he'd felt abandoned - even God wasn't listening.

But I would make him listen!

How could he do this to my son? A mother shouldn't have to watch her child die - and die in such agony.
To feel that no one, not God, not his mother, cared what was happening to him!

Because I couldn't touch him. I couldn't help him.
They wouldn't let me near enough to do anything.

Only when it was too late; too late to comfort him; too late for him to feel my touch, to hear my words of love; only then, when it was too late, did they let me come to him.

What kind of a God allows that to happen?

What kind of a God doesn't answer the prayer of a dying man?

What kind of a God promises so much and then allows those promises to die so soon?

They had to take his body from me.

They were so gentle and understanding, those friends, but I didn't want to let him go.

I knew I couldn't do anything for him. Nothing would bring him back.

But still I clung to him, knowing it was useless, desperately longing to show him the love he had needed in those last agonising moments. Would he ever know how much I wanted to take his place? I should have been the one to die, not him.

I am his mother. I bore him with pain and blood. And when they took his body from me, I felt he had been torn from me again.

But this agony is unbearable and this blood is his, not mine.

How could God take someone so young, so vibrant, so alive?

Oh, God! What have you done?

Now he is gone. There is nothing more I can do . His life is over. My agony and desolation is just beginning.

Dear God! I feel so angry. I wish I could make sense of this! I hope you can! All I can do is weep.

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From Unravelling the Mysteries, Stainer & Bell Ltd., 2019.

Passion Sunday – Two hymns and a Monologue May also be used on Good Friday

PASSION SUNDAY (May also be used on GOOD FRIDAY)

Anointed, yet bartered, then beaten and hung 

Anointed, yet bartered, then beaten and hung, 
time tumbling on forward, Christ’s moment had come; 
the judgement was passing, hands washed of the crime 
the snare had been set, sure as rhythm and rhyme. 

We watch from the sidelines, we’re distanced by time, 
our culture is different, our actions a mime;
yet, if we are open, we feel in each heart 
the stress of each moment, was God’s from the start.

And as we rehearse all that we’ve heard before, 
we thank God for grace, yet anticipate more.
God’s love undiluted, sustained will remain, 
refreshed, resurrected, again and again.

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre:11.11.11.11
Tune NORMANDY; MY JESUS I LOVE THEE (note repeats on the last line of each verse); DATCHET

The King’s cross

‘The King of the Jews’, 
Pilate called him.

But his crown 
was of thorns 
that pierced to his skull 
and his cloak 
was the blood 
from his head 
and his flesh-torn back 
and his robe 
was a loin cloth, 
sweaty and stained 
and his gloves 
and shoes 
were hammered nails, 
holding him fast 
to his throne 
of a cross.

A bloodied wreck 
of a king 
was Jesus.

Yet in dying he became, 
not the King of the Jews, 
but the King of the Kingdom 
that God opens to all 
who follow the path 
of the cross.

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From Unravelling the Mysteries, Stainer & Bell Ltd., 2019.

Jesus the Carpenter

Jesus the carpenter, hanging on Calvary,
nails through your feet and your work-hardened hands –
wood you have worked with and wood is your destiny -
paying the price of our sinful demands.

You came to our world as a part of a family, 
living and learning the carpenter’s trade.
You followed your father’s instructions so faithfully,
shaping and crafting the yokes that you made:
Jesus the carpenter…

You called other workmen to join in your ministry, 
laying rough hands on the sick and the lame.
You taught of God’s love with such power and authority,
people who knew you believed you insane:
Jesus the carpenter…

You faced with great courage the open hostility
coming from those who believed they were right.
They stripped you and beat you and laughed at you finally,
thinking your death was the end of the fight:
Jesus the carpenter…

But we, who now know that you ended triumphantly
working with wood till your task was complete,
can come to your cross with our hope and humility,
laying our pride at the Carpenter’s feet:

Jesus the carpenter, hanging on Calvary,
nails through your feet and your work-hardened hands –
wood you have worked with and wood is your destiny -
paying the price of our sinful demands.

Marjorie Dobson © 2004, Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk  Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. 
From Multicoloured Maze, Stainer & Bell Ltd., 2004
(Tune: – Mission Praise 611 - Blow the wind southerly)

Palm Sunday – Two hymns, a poem and a monologue

Mark 11: 1-11

First the cheering, then the jeering 

First the cheering, then the jeering –
crowds can change their minds at will.
First they hail him, then condemn him;
aim to please, or aim to kill.

First the anger, then the whipping,
clearing out the Temple court.
First the traders, then the money –
space for prayer cannot be bought.

First the perfume, then the poison –
money should not go to waste.
First anointing, then annoyance –
do not judge her deed in haste.

First the trusting, then betrayal –
Judas seeking cash in hand.
First he loved him, then provoked him,
daring him to take a stand.

First the kneeling, then the serving,
showing deep humility.
First bread breaking, then wine sharing –
‘Do this as you think of me.’

First the garden, then the praying –
sweating blood, then traitor’s kiss.
First the trial, then denial –
Peter, has it come to this?

First the nails and then the hammer
piercing flesh and splitting bone.
First the sighing, then the dying –
Jesus on the cross, alone.

First the grieving, then the praying,
agonising through your death.
First we share your desolation -
while you wait to take new breath.

Marjorie Dobson © 2005 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk . Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd ©  Stainer & Bell Ltd
From Unravelling the Mysteries, Stainer & Bell Ltd., 2019
Tune: STUTTGART – Singing the Faith 225


Poem: Palm Sunday

Don’t know much about horses.
Don’t know much about donkeys for that matter.
Do know that colts can be nervous and jumpy.
Know they need to be trained for a rider.
Know they have to get used to noises.
Know they shy away from sudden movements.
Know they need careful handling by experienced riders.

So what was Jesus doing 
taking a young colt, 
never been ridden before, 
not familiar with strangers, 
let alone one who usually walked everywhere, 
into a crowd of people waving and shouting, 
throwing strange objects right into the path of the animal, 
and riding it on a public highway, 
through a darkened arched gate 
into crowded city streets, 
lined with excited and sometimes hostile figures?

Was he out to get himself killed?

He was certainly going the right way about it.

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From Unravelling the Mysteries, Stainer & Bell Ltd., 2019.

A strange kind of king 

When that king comes 
riding on a donkey, 
will he be noticed 
among the finery 
and glitz and glamour 
of a ceremonial 
state occasion?

When, through God’s peacemakers, 
arms and armoury 
are decommissioned 
and weapons of mass destruction 
are immobilised, 
will anyone believe 
that peace can be permanent, 
or that God 
can have anything to do with it?

When those imprisoned 
by warfare, neglect and poverty 
are freed into peace, 
hope and equality, 
will anyone credit God 
with being the inspiration 
behind many of the activists 
who helped to achieve those aims?

Or will the donkey 
wander through rejoicing crowds 
and the man on its back 
be taken for a fool 
again?

© Marjorie Dobson; May be used freely locally with acknowledgment, for wider use please contact the author.

To bring a city to its sense 

To bring a city to its sense,
a nation to its knees,
they welcomed Nazareth's carpenter,
waved palms cut from the trees.

Hosanna filled the quiet air,
they strained to glimpse a view;
'Messiah' they acclaimed this man
whom Pharisees would sue.

He turned the tables upside down,
he spun their world around,
he challenged preconceived ideas,
flung hatred to the ground.

This man had learnt too much, it seemed,
knew ways of right and wrong,
his ear attuned to righteousness
sensed discord in their song.

The politicians and the priests
were threatened by this choice;
the hypocrites would silence him,
and still we shun his voice.

Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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From Whatever Name or Creed, Stainer & Bell Ltd., 2002.
Metre: CM
Tune: FINGAL (Anderson); FORGIVE OUR SINS





Is there a future for hymnody? – Andrew Pratt

This is an uncorrected draft of a paper now published in The Bulletin of the Hymn society of Great Britain and Ireland, Winter, 306 Vol 23 No 1 which should be examined and referenced for any citation and for acknowledgement of quotations within the text.
Setting the scene

On July 31st 2020 Prof Whitty (Chief Medical Officer for England) said “The idea that we can open up everything and keep the virus under control is clearly wrong,". We have probably gone as far as we can in opening up Society. It made sense. We had reduced the constraints with which we had learnt to live but, at this point the virus was still reaching a growing number of people. This suggested that the release of lockdown was enabling the spread. It indicated a need to lockdown harder than we were doing at that time. The Government’s response to was to put a break on some proposed further easing of restraints.

In the Church many were still trying to return to ‘normal’ – to things as they were. 

But things were already changing. Love of our neighbour as well as preservation of ourselves, demanded that we act quickly. Churches are not very good at swift change. Sociologically they are predicated on maintaining and promulgating the institution rather than on loving the individual.

What does this say to those of us who seek to further the cause of hymnody in writing, singing and the study of hymns, living with COVID-19, even with the prospect of vaccination?

During July 2020 the Hymn Society posted a series of thirty-one hymns (and then ‘one for luck’ on the first of August) at a time when it was not possible to gather for our Annual conference. These hymns reflected on COVID, on faith, shadowed biography and took those who read them, sang them and listened to them on a voyage of discovery of things old and very new. Through Advent and up to the beginning of the season of Epiphany further hymns were posted daily on the Society’s web-site.

In 2014 I wrote that, in the context of worship, hymns have given voice to our fears and been a vehicle for our hopes. Echoing Don Saliers, I affirmed that at best they have enabled the exploration of humanity's 'Amen!' to God's initiative in the world, in a way that music or words alone could not encompass. ,  They have been dependent on politics, culture and experience, every bit as much as on the scriptures or the traditions of the church. Sometimes they have expressed 'wonder, love and praise', at others they have cried to God 'out of the depths'.

I concluded that I felt that I had made the case that hymns were still useful; still a lively and relevant component of Christian liturgy, which may yet have a place in revitalising Christian faith and practice in the twenty-first century. I believed there was still work for writers, composers and hymnologists to do.  In the light of COVID-19 perhaps my conclusion needs to be re-visited. Many of our expectations have been challenged. Elsewhere in this Bulletin J.R. Watson has provided a back-drop for us by exploring something of the history of pandemics and hymnody. He concludes, ‘Plagues – and mercies – are two basic elements of human life, with lessons for us all.’ 
Historically at times of challenge, be that from progress in human knowledge or natural events, Christians have made one of two responses. There has either been a reassertion of historic faith, belief and practise, often resulting in so called evangelical revival, or there has been a shift and adjustment in theological interpretation to take account of the new knowledge and challenge. In the USA this has been researched and analysed with the recognition of identifiable ‘Awakenings’.  Arguably we are living through just such a time, and on a world-wide scale.

For as long as I have researched hymns I have felt that if we lost them we would need to find a medium to replace them, so integral have they become to our worship and faith, But the shape of such ‘hymnody’ will need to evolve if hymns are to survive and continue to be helpful. This could be the first stumbling-block. J.R. Watson has stated, that ‘there exists a strong sense of what a hymn is in the popular imagination’ and 'hymn-writers practising the craft today have to bear this in mind'.  Yet Elsabé Kloppers has most recently written:

What is needed most are theologians who are acquainted with the imagery and histories of the Bible and are artists, true poets who can open up texts, give new form, and creatively speak a new language and a new captivating truth, and thereby regain a foothold in the non-argumentative and non-linguistic discourses of the public square, and in the imagination of late-modern, post-secular and secular people. 

It goes without saying that hymns are lyrical, faith-based and we expect them to be sung corporately. Historically they have affirmed in song that which had been argued, elaborated and stated as creeds of faith. This can be illustrated most obviously by John Henry Newman’s ‘Firmly I believe, and truly.’  Over time the medium has evolved so that hymns not only repeated the creeds, but sought to make sense of theology and to explore what that theology might mean. Some hymns have been polemical: ‘Come, sinners, to the gospel feast, Let every soul be Jesu's guest’, continuing, ‘Ye need not one be left behind,/ For God hath bidden all mankind’,  as an Arminian repost to Calvinism.
Hymn poets began to set their theology alongside human experience and began to ask questions. Struggling with his own Calvinistic experience, and possibly bipolar disorder, William Cowper wrote, ‘God moves in a mysterious way’. This God ‘…works his sovereign will’. But the believers need not be concerned by this and are bid to sing to and for each other, for ‘Behind a frowning providence’ God ‘…hides a smiling face’.  Frederick Faber, struggling with the tension between the models of his parents, an authoritarian Calvinist Father and a mother who treasured him,  would write in a similar vein, ‘Souls of men! why will ye scatter’…for ‘There's a wideness in God's mercy’.  Alongside these progressions there were occasional sorties into areas which required broader speculation. I would place Charles Wesley’s hymns on earthquakes in this category.  Within the last twenty years hymn poets have turned their attention to parallel natural disasters in which there has been a continuing exploration of the nature of theodicy through the medium of sung theology.  Through the current pandemic our own members have continued to explore this theme and these possibilities.  and lists of hymns have been drawn up by such as Hymnary.org  and the Hymn Society in the United States and Canada (HSUSC).
 
All of this demonstrates that, though Watson was right in terms of his description of people’s understanding and perception of hymns, this falls short of a full understanding of the range and evolution of the genre.

Hymns in decline – a reflection within a time of crisis

What exercises me now is some speculation as to where we might go from here.
It has been argued, with some, credence, that hymn singing is much less prevalent than in previous generations. In the last two hundred years there have been occasional revivals of such singing. Often these have been associated with evangelistic revivals. The names of Moody and Sankey with their editions of Sacred Songs and Solos, together with Billy Graham and his series of crusades in the twentieth century are examples of this. Toward the end of the century worship songs, some charismatic, others evangelical, held sway in terms of popularity, but neither their intention nor construction was to develop faith beyond an initial commitment or re-affirmation. That is not to deny their place or effectiveness, but to acknowledge their limitations. At the same time, these media were often predicated on being led by an individual or group that would play a central role in singing. The worldwide nature of this influence is indicated by the predominance of Hillsong, emanating from Australia.  The congregation (audience) watch, listen and sometimes sing along. There is nothing novel in this as many Cathedral sung services are modelled on the same principle, frequently with even less congregational participation.
Since April 2020 the United Kingdom has had varying levels of restriction on the gathering of people, social distancing becoming the norm. As I write we enter yet another phase with a 4th Tier added and in consequence of the virus having mutated and increased its ability to be transmitted. Worship has taken place in individual homes. Recordings have been used. Attempts have been made, with various degrees of success, to assemble performances by people in their own homes singing or playing together in a virtual environment using Zoom. or other media platforms. 

Which traditional hymns or songs might we use at such times? Perhaps this is a moment for that style of effervescent worship that lifts us above physical reality and, for a moment at least, takes us out of the world to which, inevitably, we will return when the time of worship concludes. Taizé chants can also immerse us in a sense of the other, calm and wondering. Or is it time for ‘Abide with me’? Are there texts which recognise the finality of our existence, which sharpen our focus and, maybe, our faith ‘till we cast our crowns before Thee, lost in wonder, love and praise’? Is there a middle way which acknowledges the finitude of human earthly existence while, at the same time, offering some reassurance of the persistent love of God in spite of all things, that love from which, metaphysically, or in ultimate reality, we can never be separated? Timothy Dudley-Smith’s ‘Safe in the shadow of the Lord’, with its recurrent, ‘I trust in Him, I trust in Him’  running through each verse works at this level.
 
‘Performance worship’ either recorded or virtual has come to the fore, particularly with restrictions being put on corporate singing. There is less likelihood of the words sung being available for reflection, except when such worship is shaped around a readily available printed resource, or words appear on screen. The July presentation of hymns on the HSGBI web-site was helpful in providing words, commentary, sometimes music and often recordings of items. But there is little if any sense of corporate togetherness, or the opportunity for spontaneous harmonisations or descants to be sung by those who are proficient. There is probably no easy way around such constraints, but it raises the question as to whether hymns, or hymns as we have inherited them, are the best vehicles for worship in lockdown and beyond. At a personal level I have found it profoundly unsatisfactory, when it has been possible to attend church, where words have been projected on a screen but not sung, while an accompaniment to the silence has been provided by the organist. This in no way reflects on the organist. It is the lack of singing that is problematic, aside from the use of the screen to project the words. Screens are best for visual presentation as I have argued elsewhere.  This has led me to the use YouTube videos in which we can both see and hear singing by a congregation, or individual singers, or recorded singing being illustrated visually with printed or projected images.

Some Fresh Expressions have intentionally jettisoned hymns altogether. Certain contexts make this a sensible option. It is understandable, yet I feel that something more has been lost than just a good sing. Yet what can replace hymns, or how could hymns evolve to at least fulfil something of their original intentions? I think the answer requires that we begin to examine analytically what hymns have done and how we can best achieve the same ends with what we have today. In doing this, as a hymn poet, I will concentrate mainly on the words, but I will start with music.

Music evokes feelings, which Albert Blackwell suggests, can effectively be sacramental, sacred, channelling God’s grace.  The argument is made throughout his book that all music can be deemed sacred. If it is felt not to be, it is because of the words or associations that a particular piece evokes. If this is so, then we are released from two constraints. One is the ethic or morality of, say, using Wagnerian music because of Wagner’s Nazi associations. The music itself is neutral and can be deemed sacred. Of course, what one person associates with awe and wonder another might relate to fear and contempt. Our use of music has to be managed with care. The second constraint is the false distinction between the sacred and the secular. In an era where theology is contextualised, we need to be able to look for evidence of the divine in the world around us as well as in traditionally accepted religious contexts. Brian Wren pointed to the Spirit of God being present, ‘When a hungry child is fed’ or ‘when a stranger’s not alone’.  So, in our choice of music we have, with care, free range. We can choose heavy metal or Elgar or Bach. Works by Giacinto Scelsi might evoke feelings of chaos, dissonance and disorder, while Saint Saens third symphony could generate a sense of awe and wonder. But there is a rider here. What I feel and what you experience might be totally different. I recollect playing an item by Scelsi as a class was coming into a lecture. I assumed that the dissonance and discord might have a certain consequence. The first student to come in said, ‘Oh isn’t that beautiful! Beyond Blackwell’s recognition of the sacred nature of music there is the association, of which singers in church are aware, of words with a particular tune, giving rise to the discomfort when the ‘wrong tune’ is chosen. All music may be sacred, but the words with which tunes are paired can give rise to strong reasons for not using some music in religious settings. Music matters. But this need not always be negative. A different tune can allow us a different perspective on the words we are singing. I invite musicians to explore this further.

How are hymns written?

I will now turn to a consideration of the words. What happens when a hymn poet sets out to write? 
Timothy Dudley Smith reflects on the somewhat solitary nature of writing on holiday in Cornwall. There is, he confesses, ‘an element of inspiration […] coming from somewhere other than the conscious mind’. Added to this is ‘skilled labour [which] is mostly within our own control. What unfolds is a process of extremely careful editing, amendment and alteration in which the right word is sought sometimes over long periods of time.  The work is occasionally swift, but rarely instantaneous.  In the words of Scotty Gray and David Music, Dudley-Smith is ‘continually seeking ways to express in an ever finer way the noble themes of the Christian faith’. 
Brian Wren, whose writing has a singularly different feel, nevertheless begins with, what he once called ‘inspiration’, but now calls, ‘receiving’. There is the same sense of something coming from outside ourselves. But Wren warns against ascribing this to God or the Holy Spirit, as such inspiration covers the whole process of writing and not simply the spur with which it might have begun.  What is clear is that the process of composing a text is not one which ever becomes fixed and final. Wren enters into a sequence of revision which has enabled him to maintain his hymns in continuing use through generations of hymnbooks. The necessary down-side of this is that a single text might have variations from one edition of a book to another.

Both writers, working within different self-imposed expectations, have composed items which have received consistent attention from hymn book compilers in the latter half of the twentieth century and on into the twenty-first. While both are overtly Christian and trinitarian in basis, Wren’s compositions tend to make a more natural use of contemporary language and vivid imagery than those of Dudley-Smith. Both use ‘skilled labour’ (Dudley-Smith) or what Wren would term, ‘poetic skill’. There is no sense of a phrase, couplet or stanza arriving complete, without the need for attention to be given to language, scansion or rhyme. 

Wren’s editing of his texts has often been used to enable them to be more gender inclusive. In Barefoot in the Dust  he makes the most lucid recent case for gender inclusivity of which I am aware (notwithstanding Ruth Duck’s continuing work in this area ) basing this in Biblical theology and hermeneutics.

Hymnody looking forward

From this starting point any evolution of hymnody must involve a wider inclusion of authorship, both in terms of gender, but also ethnicity. This will challenge vested interests. Janet Wootton drew attention to this need in providing a showcase of women writers in This is our song.    The original publication by Epworth Press (a now defunct Methodist imprint) is somewhat ironic as, between the draft presentation of contents of Singing the Faith (the most recent Methodist UK hymnal) in 2009 and the presentation of a revised collection in 2011 four texts by Wootton and others by Mary Louise Bringle, Shirley Erena Murray and Marjorie Dobson were omitted or edited with the omission of verses. A Methodist report justified this by stating, ‘the MRG [Music Resource Group] has expressed concern that there is some evidence that female authors’ work is being rejected because of the type of imagery they use and we believe that this issue needs further analysis and reflection’.  Meantime a very popular text  was included in spite of use of the phrase ‘scheme of man’ while the editors had stated that all recent texts (post 1983) should be gender inclusive in reference to humanity (preface to Singing the Faith). This is a simple illustration that the conservatism of hymn book compilers referred to some years ago by Erik Routley is still alive and active. The recent iteration of the The English Hymnal when compared with, say, Church Hymnary 4 provides further evidence of the tendency to preserve tradition rather than to encourage innovation. Having acknowledged this inherent conservatism I am still of the opinion that hymns have something to offer to theology, liturgy and worship. It has been demonstrated elsewhere that hymns can offer access to the public space and enable expression of religious sentiment that might otherwise be unexpressed , notwithstanding the way in which such use can be abused. 

What form, then, should new hymns take? Wainwright argued that theology is developed through liturgy and does not simply inform it.  Speaking personally, my initial motivation as a writer was to understand the theology I was being taught as an ordinand. Over time these hymns have been the tool I have used to both reinterpret scripture and as a lens through which to focus on the breadth of our growing human understanding. I have been seeking to make sense of God for myself. This is even more necessary as the church seeks to enable worship which does not require us to suspend any connection with the twenty-first century world in which we ‘live and move and have our being’. 

For this to be effective we need to regain the sense of imagination. Some will call this inspiration. I am thinking of the sort of prophetic imagination of which Walter Brueggeman writes. It is an imagination which is visionary, as in Ezekiel’s portrayal of a valley of dry bones taking on flesh, suggesting that exile was not isolation from the divine, nor need it be permanent. It is the poetic drive which fired William Blake to write of ‘dark satanic mills’ throwing a different light on things hitherto seen as productive. Or more radically, was he, as some have suggested, being satirical, seeing the mills as emblematic, a metaphor of churches which dominated England’s green and pleasant land from which God, as Dickens hinted, was somewhat absent. It is interesting that Whittier wrote:

And yet the past comes round again,
And new doth old fulfil;
In sensual transports wild as vain
We brew in many a Christian fane
The heathen Soma still! 

This is the ‘foolish’ way that we plead with God to forgive in the hymn, ‘Dear Lord and Father of mankind’.
Now, in modern images, concepts and discoveries we need to discern the presence, or absence of God, and then to weave these into our verses. But there is a warning here. When poetry or hymnody is agenda driven, the protest song for instance, it is very easy to lose any sense of real inspiration, elegance, or precision of language. An author who is supremely gifted in treading this delicate tight-rope is Sue Gilmurray . Graham Kendrick, coming from a very different standpoint, has allowed his writing to evolve. ‘Shine, Jesus, shine’ which is popular and easy to sing is unintelligible aside from immersion in a Hebrew understanding of sacrifice in which much of the New Testament is grounded: 

Lord, I come to Your awesome presence,
from the shadows into Your radiance;
by the blood I may enter Your brightness… 

Within a few years he had written in a way which was more closely related to the late twentieth century and addressed issues of justice clearly but elegantly, as evidenced in his text ‘Beauty for brokenness.  We can only imagine how Fred Kaan would have responded to COVID-19; with force and an eye to justice we can be sure.
Those tools used with such proficiency by Dudley-Smith and Wren, that of crafting and honing the results of imagination and inspiration, are still more necessary. Much, so called, ‘modern’ religious song seems to use archaic, rather than contemporary, language and shows little evidence of having been edited with any degree of aptitude or skill. 
For hymn writers to work in a contemporary manner it is helpful is to know how others work in in similar genres. Secular poetry, and even popular song, can offer examples, tools and devices from which hymn poets might learn.  A selection of authors who are worthy of examination could include the following: 

1.	Gerard Manley Hopkins, for his use of unusual images and obscure words. Sound and rhythm mattered to him, as did the colour of the language that he chose and the images generated in the narrative of a poem. His words act in a multi-sensory way enlivening imagination.
2.	Poets of the First World War, in particular Wilfred Owen, who used language which was at once affective and visceral. Martin Leckebusch has recently pointed out that the gospel accounts of Jesus rarely make reference to current events. For poets such as Owen and Siegfried Sassoon the subject matter and expression was, of necessity, immersed in such matter. Also, Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy who saw Christ in the men to whom he ministered as a Chaplain:

Purple robes and snowy linen
	Have for earthly kings sufficed,
But these bloody sweaty tatters
Were the robes of Jesus Christ. , 

3	T.S. Eliot’s poetry carried through it a Christian, religious theme, some of which has had an influence on later hymnody,  
4.	W.H. Auden noticed contemporary images as in ‘Stop all the clocks’. The line ‘Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves’ pointed to a time of mourning, to the, often observed, policemen (at the time of writing) directing traffic while wearing white cotton gloves. 
5.	Philip Larkin similarly used familiar images, as in ‘The Whitsun Weddings’ to draw the reader into a narrative. Neither was he averse to using rhyme and rhythm in his writing. 
6.	Such devices are not foreign to poetry, nor hymnody, but the nature of the rhymed words and their novelty is worthy of exploration. This is also true of the writing of Simon Armitage, the Poet Laureate.
7.	Dylan Thomas, like Armitage, used the spoken word. While Armitage may shock with a change of mood or expectation Thomas had moved in another direction in which the sound as much as the meaning of his language was significant. In his context sound, tone and rhythm were used to hold attention, but also to be affective in layering a further level of expression or feeling within a text which might be lost when it is not read aloud.
8.	Carol Ann Duffy’s poetry is worthy of attention for her use of metaphor and simile. Her poem, ‘Prayer’ relates to loss, is inclusive in mentioning both female and male grief, and touches on the common place in the reference to places named in the radio Shipping Forecast. 
9.	Leonard Cohen demonstrated how metaphor can have a powerful effect when skilfully used and unexpectedly chosen
The way ahead
In times of tension and trauma we take comfort and reassurance from those things which are familiar, which have spoken to such situations in the past and still resonate with us in the present. Over millennia the Psalms have been a resource from which to draw inspiration for contemporary material. In our own era this accounts for the work of authors and translators such as John L. Bell, Martin Leckebusch, Adam Carlill, Carl Daw Jr., and others who have re-worked Psalms in paraphrase or through allusion. There has been an increased recognition of the Psalms of Lament and how they might be transferred to our current context. Nevertheless, at a popular level, people often reach for what might be criticised as being escapist. We sing praise songs and hymns which lift us out of our current situation. Those justifying this, half quoting Bertolt Brecht, might well say
 
In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing…

Yet they do Brecht a disservice by omitting what follows; ‘Yes, there will also be singing,/ About the dark times’,  or as Edwin Morgan translated it: ‘There will be singing even then. / Of how the times darken’.  Yet we face a problem in the presence of COVID-19 in that we are told that singing could spread the virus. Amid all of this some congregations find it difficult to envisage worship without singing. If these constraints are to be applied and adhered to whither hymns?

Bernard Manning in The Hymns of Wesley and Watts  recounted how, as a young person, during the sermon he would read hymns from the hymn book. The 1933 Methodist Hymn Book had a devotional section designed as much for prayer as for singing. John Keble’s The Christian Year, was published in 1827 with similar intent. Perhaps this is something that we might seek to regain but, if so, our approach to writing will require the same fastidious attention that Timothy Dudley-Smith and Brian Wren have applied to their texts. At a time prior to COVID-19 while popular choral singing has become more prevalent, church choirs have seen a decline. I would want to argue that, while the reasons for this decline are complex, in part it is due to the paucity of the material that those who observe from outside assume is being sung.  

Those in power within the churches have controlled what others might sing and what they might sing has been immutable. Sydney Carter on the other hand, grasping the truth that religious song must be of the folk, insisted that it is likely to be constantly changing from generation to generation, evolving to fit new situations and different expressions of humanity.  This applies not only to the words, but also to the music,  it is more jazz improvisation, than static notes or formulaic bars on manuscript paper or digital descriptions in a file. It is human, from, to and for humanity.

Andrew Thomas has recently argued that the act of corporate singing can be formative in enabling people to become the Body of Christ in their own context and situation and that the act of singing together binds people corporately. His argument is that for this to happen congregations need to be able to sing together, but with the expectation that those of other cultures, and sometimes those from outside the church might also be incorporated and allowed to influence that which is sung. The hope is that this very process, which is in essence inclusive, will enable those who sing in harmony to live similarly in community.  In all of this we are not simply penning ‘pretty ditties’, popular songs, neither are we intent on showing of our erudition and scholarship, our literary excellence, we are seeking to enable the voice of the people to be expressed, theirs, not ours. 

The content of that which is sung will need to reflect the belief, understanding and experience of those who are singing. The music will also offer a vehicle that is similarly apt and contextual. The instrumentation for this can be varied but must be able to accommodate those members of the Body of Christ with their mixed skills, gifts and inclinations. In a real way we should be providing the hymns of the people, folk songs, that by their very nature are not elitist.
 
If we are to begin with words which will offer something of the inspiration that Manning and others have found in hymns in the past, and if we are not simply going to rely on what has already been written, how should we write? In answer to that question, I want to set out some guidelines for our further exploration of the medium in which we have invested.

1.	Hymns should be beautiful. That does not mean they should describe things that are beautiful, but they should be aesthetically beautiful, elegant. This should apply even in a hymn of lament, or one that identifies with pain in the reader/singer.
2.	Rhyme, rhythm and pattern are still helpful tools which enable memory. 
3.	Honest. The words we sing should be true to our own experience. Life, for instance, is rarely ‘all sunshine’ even for Christians. 
4.	Theologically honest. For instance, it is unhelpful, on the one hand to think of ourselves as ‘children of God’ while singing of the greatness of a God who ‘His son not sparing/ sent him to die’.  The language of Trinity often pushes us towards uncomfortable compromise in terms of incarnation and, in this instance, is resonant of ‘cosmic child abuse’. We need to be theologically literate. 
5.	Understandable. Theological language, or outdated metaphors, may confuse more than clarify the Biblical material which we are seeking to communicate.  Many writers have not yet come to terms with the challenge presented by such works as Honest to God,  or The Crucified God.  
6.	Contemporary words and concepts make texts accessible and this should be of greater concern than hoping for perpetuity.

Let this be our pattern for the future, in and beyond COVID-19, that we may serve the age in which we live and, when we can, in which we sing. We are writing for today, not tomorrow, nor yesterday, not seeking for posterity, as more than ever we have been reminded that we do not know what tomorrow might bring, what testing of faith it may assert, what new expressions of fear and wonder initiate, what images of God will be drawn from human minds to meet our needs and those of our contemporaries.

Finally, let me suggest a way forward. Faith and scripture, while so often expressed primarily in words, frequently evoke images. At a time when we cannot sing in church perhaps visual images, art, photographs can begin to interpret scripture and inspire faith.  A poet I mentioned earlier was Leonard Cohen. One of his songs, ‘Suzanne’, began the second stanza with the words, ‘And Jesu was sailor’.  This was not scriptural, but Cohen played with the idea for eight lines, then returning to the love song about Suzanne with which he began. Jesus was imagined looking from ‘his lonely wooden tower’, he saw all people as sailors but was, himself, ‘Forsaken, almost human’, so that ‘only drowning men could see him’. The allusions were clearly Christian, but the imaginary picture of Jesus as a sailor played on my mind. Many years later I tried to develop this image further, in a hymn ‘Always missing, never grasping’. The second verse took inspiration from Cohen’s song:
	
	But I saw his body hanging 
	silhouetted like a sail, 
	blood was draining, rigor rising,
	movement quietened, life gone pale. 
	Now they say that sail is filling, 
	spirit billows drive him on, 
	Christ is cresting all disaster, 
	life returns and death is gone. 

Perhaps our hymnody needs re-imagining completely taking inspiration from poets, artists, musicians and, even more, the people for whom we are writing.