A Hymn for Trinity Sunday

Inspired by a modern interpretation of the Lord’s Prayer by the late Jim Cotter

1 Earth-maker, source of the world and our wisdom,
lover and carer, forever the same.
Bread for our sustenance, all we have needed,
you offer freely, we worship your name.

2 Pain-bearer, holding the fragile and faulted,
loving the broken and tending the frail;
bringing forgiveness and grace for our mending,
you are the heaven where love will not fail.

3 Life-giver, offering justice and mercy,
needing your presence we come at your call;
hallow your name through the whole of creation,
you reign in glory for ever and all!

Andrew E. Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 2006 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: 11 10 11 10
Tune: STEWARDSHIP

A hymn for Palm Sunday



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 Pratt Words © 2002 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. Tune: FINGAL


A song and a hymn in Celebration of the 250th anniversary of the birth of Hugh Bourne one of the founders of Primitive Methodism 

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A song - From farmyard to fireside this carpenter, preacher	 

Written 23 January 2022 to celebrate the 250th anniversary of the birth of Hugh Bourne, one of the founders of Primitive Methodism.


From farmyard to fireside this carpenter, preacher
set free by the gospel sang praise in the hills, 
like Jesus, the poor were his constant companions, 
from factory or workhouse, from slum house to mills.

The good news was more than a spiritual compass, 
he broke from the ones who were buttressed by wealth, 
he shattered the barriers of class and distinction, 
and sought for equality, freedom and health.

He read to the heart of the scripture he studied, 
envisaged a commonwealth founded on grace, 
where all of the people were one with each other, 
who sought to see Jesus in everyone’s face.

He offered redemption to all who would hear him, 
not bounded by buildings, conditions or rules, 
the people were warmed by his kind invitation, 
though some criticised them, and some called them fools.

A primitive gospel was all that was needed 
to lift them above, build up hope, banish shame, 
that simple perspective will rest with God’s people, 
who humbly still follow in Jesus’s name.

Andrew Pratt  
Words © 2022 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.
The tune STREETS OF LAREDO is commended for this text.

A hymn - We will join in celebration	.


Written to celebrate the 250th anniversary of the birth of Hugh Bourne, one of the founders of Primitive Methodism.


We will join in celebration
of the line in which we stand, 
grown beyond imagination, 
grace for all throughout the land: 
sisters, brothers (sisters, brothers),
here in union, hand in hand.

Once a man who followed Jesus
had a vision for the earth,
grace and joy for all the people 
freed from poverty from birth: 
sing the story (sing the story),
sing in knowledge of our worth.

From a farm to work and fireside 
he would preach and work and act, 
living out the gospel message, 
turning words to living fact, 
still we’re learning (still we’re learning),
letting love and faith attract.

Now in grace and hope and friendship 
we will stand on solid ground,
we will follow in the footsteps
of the Christ Hugh Bourne had found:
onward pilgrims (onward pilgrims),
let our song of joy resound!

Andrew Pratt  
Words © 2022 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: 8.7.8.7.4.7
The tunes ROUSSEAU’S DREAM, SAINT RAPHAEL, REGENT SQUARE and RHUDDLAN are commended for this text. (If sung to REGENT SQUARE or RHUDDLAN, repeats should be used in the penultimate line of each verse, as shown in parentheses)

'We will join in celebration' intentionally mirrors the pattern of Hugh Bourne's own hymn, 'Hark! the gospel news is sounding' (later attributed jointly to William Sanders)

Hark! the gospel news is sounding:
Christ hath suffered on the tree;
Streams of mercy are abounding;
Grace for all is rich and free.
Now, poor sinner,
Look to him who died for thee.

O escape to yonder mountain!
Now begin to watch and pray;
Christ invites you to the fountain,
Come, and wash your sins away:
Do not tarry,
Come to Jesus while you may.

Grace is flowing like a river;
Millions there have been supplied;
Still it flows as fresh as ever
From the Saviour's wounded side:
None need perish;
All may live, for Christ hath died.

Christ alone shall be our portion;
Soon we hope to meet above,
Then we'll bathe in the full ocean
Of the great Redeemer's love;
All his fullness,
We shall then for ever prove.

William Sanders (1799-1882) and Hugh Bourne (1772-1852)
8 7 8 7 4 7 



Much brighter than a thousand suns – a Transfiguration hymn

I have always thought that the gospel accounts that point to the identity of Jesus as Christ, God’s anointed person, God with us, lay down three markers. As Jesus comes with the crowds of people to the River Jordan, to identify with them in Baptism by John, he is saying by his action that he is son of a man, human like us. In unison with this the writers gospel record God’s words, this is my Son, my beloved. Finally, Resurrection and Ascension confirm all that has gone before. Midway in the whole narrative of Jesus life, between these other events, is placed an account of the Transfiguration. Jesus has gone up a mountain with some of his disciples. Matthew 17: 2 says, ‘he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became dazzling white’. This hymn starts at this point:

1 Much brighter than a thousand suns,
the source of life, eternal grace;
light of the cosmos and this world
now shining from a saviour's face.
Upon the mountain's towering height
they saw transfiguration's light.

2 This man, this Jesus, they had known,
who called them once by Galilee,
now stood upon the mountaintop,
he seemed exalted, shining, free.
Disciples caught in stark surprise
had shielded dazzled, blinded eyes.

3 Free of the bonds of human life
and distanced by some greater power,
a strange yet mystic harmony
joined earth and heaven in this hour.
It seemed that God was very near,
inspiring awe, dispelling fear.

4 The height of love, the depth of grace,
the dazzling birth of something new,
a supernova magnified,
a stunning, startling, shining view,
for God affirmed Christ's human worth
illuminating all the earth.

Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 2012 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 8 8 8 8 8
Tunes: ABINGDON; SAGINA

An old hymn, that many may know: ‘Stay, Master, stay upon this heavenly hill’, concludes the event, for the story goes on and after this height of exaltation as we return to what was normal. A message for us all perhaps…

No, saith the Lord, the hour is past, we go;
Our home, our life, our duties lie below.
While here we kneel upon the mount of prayer,
The plough lies waiting in the furrow there.
Here we sought God that we might know his will;
There we must do it, serve him, seek him still.

(Samuel Greg, 1804-1876)