The 1st of November is All Saints Day; the 3rd All Souls Day. As we enter this period, culminating for many on the 11th November with Remembrance Day, and the 13th Remembrance Sunday, this hymn might be helpful for we who mourn, who remember those who have died.
Some churches will recognise All Souls this coming Sunday. This hymn was originally requested for remembrance of people who had died of kidney disease and later included in a book: Hymns of Hope and Healing.
The lives we mourn have known their share of heartache,
of human fear, uncertainty and shock,
and yet we also shared in love and laughter,
our memories hold solid as a rock;
for on through time remembrance will be treasured,
we'll keep it close when joy is tinged with pain,
we'll never lose the smiles that sign togetherness,
and day to day we know that love will still remain.
We never know what waits in life's uncertainty,
we never know what love, what joy, what fear,
can build us up, or leave us lost and comfortless,
afraid to face, again, the coming year,
yet here are people who can hold their hands with us,
can walk with us into the great unknown,
and so together we can walk the path of life,
and know that when we stumble love will still be shown.
So take my hand, my friend, my neighbour, walk with me,
together we can face the passing storm,
and know with God, in spite of tears and emptiness,
there is a sense that new love can be born.
In this we trust, for through our grief God held to us,
and human arms have caught us when we fell,
beyond this day each dawn will bring new hope for us
that through God's love and grace and care all will be well.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 2015 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England firstname.lastname@example.org .
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Metre: 12 10 12 1012 10 12 12
Tune LONDONNERY AIR
1 She had sewn her life with sadness
Of the thread that joined each part;
Now she weaves the song of gladness,
Now rejoices in her heart.
Though her fingers, bent, were crippled,
Though her mind was taught with pain,
Now as heaven's ether ripples,
She has grasped a greater gain.
2 He had plumbed the shafts of wonder,
Dug the coal from earth's dark veins;
Now the darkness ripped asunder,
Tells that more than life remains.
Though his were lungs were torn with crying,
Though his flesh was bruised and scarred,
Now he soars, to glory climbing,
Shares the loud angelic chord.
3 He had worked and toiled and worried
At the tasks he undertook,
He had hurtled, rushed and hurried
Giving life no second look.
Now at last the task is finished,
Now the day is dead and gone,
Urgency has been relinquished,
Satisfied he joins the song.
4 We had seen a body lying,
One we loved, as still as death;
Now by faith, that death defying,
Through God's resurrection breath
Heaven now is more than story,
Love is more than want or gain.
Saints are carolling the glory
Of the God they know by name.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 1997 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, http://www.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 Trochaic