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)
Words © 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: 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)
Words © 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: 8 5 8 5 8 7
Tune: ANGEL VOICES



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)
Words © 2006 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: BISHOPGARTH


Christmas Hymn – Long shadows fell across the floor

Long shadows fell across the floor – the first Christmas

1 Long shadows fell across the floor,
the sign of early morning light,
as Jesus gasped a human breath
and stars were fading from the night.

2 His parents waited for this dawn,
a dawn of love, of faith and grace.
But could a little baby boy
be God born in this horrid place?

3 The angels heralded such hope:
that God is very real and near,
and in the person of the Christ
love entered life and cast out fear.

4 We hear the angel song again,
today the story is re-told,
that in that squalid manger bed
our God was laid and love took hold;

5 Took hold of every willing heart,
began to build with child-like hope
a way of loving and of life
to challenge narrow human scope.

6 But then as now the season passed,
the seeming fairy tale had gone.
Sophistication countered truth.
In childlike hearts, hope lingers on.

Andrew E. Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 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
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Metre: 8 8 8 8
Tune: WAREHAM

As we tread this Advent pathway – new poem/hymn

Travelling through Advent, a poem or, if you wish to sing, a hymn

As we tread this advent pathway – a reflective poem

As we tread this advent pathway
stepping through this mystery,
wonder fills each human heartbeat,
carves new ways through history.
Others walked this way before us,
in a different time and space,
spoke a language foreign, distant,
delving deeply through God's grace.

Now within imagination
art and science visualise
things beyond our comprehension,
truths we've yet to realise.
Here all language strains and fractures,
struggles to describe, inform
what our senses lay before us,
fail to offer shape and form.

Yet, in faith, while frail, we fumble
reaching through the mists of time,
finding still, within this season,
cosmic love, incarnate rhyme.


As we tread this advent pathway – an Advent hymn

As we tread this advent pathway
stepping through this mystery,
wonder fills each human heartbeat,
carves new ways through history.

Others walked this way before us,
in a different time and space,
spoke a language foreign, distant,
delving deeply through God's grace.

Now within imagination
art and science visualise
things beyond our comprehension,
truths we've yet to realise.

Here all language strains and fractures,
struggles to describe, inform
what our senses lay before us,
fail to offer shape and form.

Yet, in faith, while frail, we fumble
reaching through the mists of time,
finding still, within this season,
cosmic love, incarnate rhyme.
Andrew E Pratt 30/11/2024
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
Tunes: CHAPEL BRAE; SHIPSTON; STUTTGART

A different Advent Candle Lighting Hymn – Deep in darkness

1	Deep in darkness we begin,
dark outside and deep within.
Now ignite a single flame,
shadows form, let light remain.

2 As they gleaned the word of life,
narrative of love and strife,
people through each age have known
yet more light: God's glory shown.

3 John the Baptist spoke out loud,
challenged that discordant crowd,
called each one toward the light,
see it growing, gleaming bright.

4 Mary wondered at her lot,
blessed? Or cursed? Or loved? Or not?
Angels came and glory shone,
feel the love, let light shine on.

5 Look! a star is shining there.
See the stable stark and bare.
Christmas dawns, all darkness gone!
Christ has come, the light shines on!

Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 2003 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: 7 7 7 7
Tunes: LAUDS (Wilson); ORIENTIS PARTIBUS