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‘Drones, not angels herald horror’ – a hymn for Remembrance in a new millennium through Advent to Christmas

‘Drones, not angels herald horror’ a hymn for 2024
from Remembrance through Advent to Christmas


Drones, not angels herald horror,
children shelter without hope,
singing now, but hell will follow.
God, through grace, give strength to cope.
Here where human hearts are broken,
all cried out, no tears to shed,
prayers are held, for fear, unspoken,
shrouded now in clouds of dread.

God reach deep through hateful anger
bent on vengeance, recompense;
listen through our warring clangour,
re-enliven common sense.
Guide us through the dust and rubble,
where our blood has stained the earth,
turning fields where all is stubble,
seeding love that signs new birth.

Andrew E Pratt (4/11/2024)
Words © 2024 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
Metre: 8.7.8.7
Tune: HYFRYDOL; SCARLET RIBBONS or, perhaps, BLAENWERN

A completely new hymn for 2024 reminding us how different war is now but, nevertheless, with comparable suffering. Suitable, perhaps, for Remembrance and through Advent to Christmas given the continuing situation in the Middle East, Ukraine/Russia and many other places.

A little memento can move us to tears – for the famous or obscure – those we remember – a hymn

A little memento can move us to tears – the saints we remember

A little memento can move us to tears,
a memory can surface along with its fears,
the past is still with us, and scars are so raw,
while hope can seem absent on life's barren shore.

The life that has ebbed has left marks on our lives,
while love is still present some hope still survives.
The treasure of saints in each era and age,
is loving, while living upon the earth's stage.

And these we remember, each person, each life,
the good they engendered, their solace in strife;
the warmth of a hand, or the smile of a face,
their presence a channel of God given grace.

Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
Words Andrew Pratt © 2015 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.
Metre: 11 11 11 11
Tune: DATCHET

All Saints Day revolves around "giving God solemn thanks for the lives and deaths of his saints", including those who are "famous or obscure".

When life juggles with our learning – musing on … art – doubt – faith

When life juggles with our learning – musing on … art – doubt – faith

1          When life juggles with our learning,
            with the things we thought secure,
            then it seems the artist’s palette
            spins and faith becomes obscure.
            In the wash of different colours,
            as we seek for shape and form,
            others paint their faith by numbers
            forcing God to fit some norm.
           
2          But when life has torn the canvas,
            when the numbers twist and slip;
            then we need to find an image
            that will help our hope to grip:
            Holding us, when we’re past holding,
            grounding when we’re insecure,
            till we find a faith, not drifting,
            still dynamic, free, yet sure.

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)

Words © 2011 © 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.
Metre: 8 7 8 7 D Tune: NORMANDY (Bost)



A prescient hymn perhaps…

This hymn was written immediately following the announcement of the death of Osama bin Laden. Today’s news of the death  Yahya Sinwar perhaps makes it prescient…?

This hymn can be used freely locally. Please include in your CCL returns.


We cannot gloat: a time for grief,
another mother’s son is dead,
and if that son has killed and maimed,
it is the better least is said;
but let us mourn for all the loss,
within the shadow of the cross.

We mourn for victims we have loved,
and for the orphans yet unborn;
for those for whom a searing pain
greets this and every rising dawn,
and then we bow our heads and pray
that peace might drench the world today.

And to that end we pledge our lives,
our words, our actions and our deeds,
as following the Prince of Peace,
we’ll work for peace till peace succeeds
in breaking every barrier down,
that love may be our goal and crown.

Andrew Pratt 02/05/2011
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Please include useage on your CCL Licence returns
Tune: ABINGDON