Holy Innocents’ Sunday – 28th December – A hymn of lament recollecting Herod’s intention to kill all the young children to rid himself of his perception that Jesus, ‘King of the Jews’ was a threat to his rule.
1 The Prince of Peace has come to earth,
we celebrate Messiah’s birth,
and yet the news is hung with fears,
and all the world is wrung with tears.
How long, O Lord, must children cry?
How long, O Lord, must children die?
2 In Ramah voices once had wept,
in quiet children died, not slept,
and Rachel wandered comfortless
consumed by death and deep distress.
How long, O Lord, must children cry?
How long, O Lord, must children die?
3 And in a later time a place,
a squalid stable formed the space
in which a little boy was born
that all the powers of earth would scorn.
How long, O Lord, must children cry?
How long, O Lord, must children die?
4 The Prince of Peace has come to earth,
we celebrate Messiah’s birth,
and yet we slaughter once again,
will death and carnage still remain.
How long, O Lord, must children cry?
How long, O Lord, must children die?
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre: 8 8 8 8 8 8
Tune: MOZART
Category: Song
A hymn for the reality of Jesus’ birth – Christmas Day
1 Bloodied baby, cradled gently
at a manger birth.
Bloodied saviour, injured, dying,
taking leave of earth.
Love incarnate demonstrating
all the depth of human worth.
2 In each death a resurrection
hidden yet from sight;
in our life’s humiliation,
healing, softened light.
Hope has risen, death no prison,
love has banished endless night.
3 Slightest light then burning glory
sets the earth ablaze,
morning light of love’s own story,
kindles all our praise;
in the garden, quietly waking,
see the Lord of years and days.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre: 8 5 8 5 8 7 Tune: ANGEL VOICES
A hymn for Christmas Day - Bloodied baby, cradled gently at a manger birth
1 Bloodied baby, cradled gently
at a manger birth.
Bloodied saviour, injured, dying,
taking leave of earth.
Love incarnate demonstrating
all the depth of human worth.
2 In each death a resurrection
hidden yet from sight;
in our life’s humiliation,
healing, softened light.
Hope has risen, death no prison,
love has banished endless night.
3 Slightest light then burning glory
sets the earth ablaze,
morning light of love’s own story,
kindles all our praise;
in the garden, quietly waking,
see the Lord of years and days.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre: 8 5 8 5 8 7
Tune: ANGEL VOICES
God is with us – Mary and Joseph becoming parents of Jesus
God is with us – Mary and Joseph becoming parents of Jesus
1 God is with us, Joseph heard it,
in a dream in deepest sleep:
Mary's child, they'd call him Jesus,
now he had a vow to keep;
bound together in God's purpose,
he and Mary made their way
to the census in the city,
waiting for God's chosen day.
2 So they pause within the tension;
fallow moment, time to pray;
parents looking for protection,
what would follow day on day?
Tiny fingers, gurgles, crying,
Mary feeding as they go,
God is with them in this baby,
God would learn and God would grow.
3 Enigmatic gift and promise,
Mary pondered in her heart,
Joseph just as challenged, puzzled,
had to learn a father's part.
Now we look back on the story,
time contracted, one life's span,
Jesus human, here among us,
terror waits as life began.
Andrew Pratt (born 1948) based on Matthew 1:18-25
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Metre: 8 7 8 7 D
Tune: AUSTRIA
Magnificat challenges the status quo in a topsy–turvy, upturned world
Magnificat challenges the status quo in a topsy–turvy, upturned world
A topsy–turvy, upturned world,
where values are distorted,
the first is last and last is first
with everything contorted.
The rich are begging at the door
while ones they were despising
are given charge of Godly wealth,
in stature they are rising.
Magnificat has come to stay,
the proud have been extinguished;
the humble poor are lifted high,
their poverty relinquished.
The reign of God has come to pass
rebutting our world’s choices,
each one that we would count as last
within this time rejoices.
And will we ever find a place
with pride and wealth rejected,
or will hypocrisy deny
our need to be accepted?
The choice is ours, the crisis dawns,
the time to make decisions,
to stand with God or walk alone
within this world’s divisions.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre: 8 7 8 7 D Tune: CONSTANCE (Sullivan)
Carol services are in sight…What might we sing at Christmas? –
What might we sing at Christmas? – Carol services are in sight…
We used to sing of snow and ice – ‘In the bleak mid winter…’ Victorian sentimentality and sometimes, just sometimes, absolutely beautiful poetry. But a few years ago I was challenged by Rex Hunt of the Uniting Church in Australia. 'When we celebrate Christmas it's midsummer. Could you write some suitable hymns?'
What that challenge did, apart from making me envious of his climate and giving me a sense of meteorological maladjustment, was to make me look again at what ought to be at the centre of our Christmas hymnody, aside from Carols. There is a temptation to echo what others have written: 'Our God contracted to a span, incomprehensibly made man'. But neither could I, or do I, want to compete with Charles Wesley.
But come on, this is getting a bit serious! Can’t we have some good old carols?
I wonder what that brings to mind. A bit of history. The Oxford Book of Carols described carols as ‘simple, hilarious, popular, and modern’, a bit nearer pop than church. The reason? They began as folk songs – songs of the people and they were not just for Christmas. We’re nearer to Morris Dancing and ‘soul-caking’, more in the pub than the chapel, mixing history, tradition and now. But the carols we sing in churches have, to some extent, been ‘domesticated’. They are less likely to shock, or touch the earthy hilarity and fun of their predecessors. And they often present a Victorian picture-postcard view of Jesus’ birth than anything nearing reality.
Perhaps we should move to safer ground. What of the Nine Lessons and Carols of Kings College Cambridge? Well actually not Cambridge! The first ever ‘Nine Lessons with Carols’ took place in Truro Cathedral on Christmas Eve 1880. King’s only adopted the service in 1918. What the ‘Nine Lessons’ does give us are relevant scriptures in a semblance of order though not always setting them in their original context, or relating them to ours and often edited, or the service will go on too long. This is some way from the reality of Jesus birth, or of our world today.
Of those carols we might hear: some people would rather not sing the line in, ‘Born in the night, Mary’s child’, ‘go to your cross of wood’; or the third verse of ‘Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child’, which speaks of Herod the king, in his raging’, calling for the death, the ‘slaughter of the innocents’. What more appropriate text for the 28th December which falls on a Sunday this year, and how pertinent for the world in which we live? Too gruesome, but simply look at the world around us.
So a re-think of what we might sing in today's context at Christmas... one of a few texts…
We use to think of snow and ice,
of children making merry;
of trees bedecked with shining lights,
of holly bright with berry.
But as we celebrate today
the baby in a manger,
remind us how you loved, in life,
both enemy and stranger.
We spend and hoard to comfort us
within the chill of winter.
Remind us of each present pain
you challenge us to enter;
then hand in hand with those in need
and sharing in their coldness,
we might proclaim with louder voice
the gospel in its boldness.
And only when the world is fed
and all oppression ended,
when songs of joy replace the screams
that human war extended,
can we in honesty of heart,
with Mary in her wonder,
reclaim our faith's integrity
as alleluias thunder.
Andrew E. Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre:8 7 8 7 D
Tune: BISHOPGARTH