‘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.
Tag: vengeance
Extravagant horror – a world at war with itself
Extravagant horror, beyond our conceiving,
the rain of this terror confounds our believing,
the thunder, war’s lightning, once deaf’ning, then blinding,
has sculpt human madness, to hell we are sliding.
Humanity harbours such hidden aggression,
the need to reap vengeance to counter oppression,
the screams of the innocent, tears of depression,
white noise of the agony, warfare’s obsession.
And now hope is lost, there is no compensation,
no sense of relief for each people, each nation,
some milit’ry folk will admire each citation
while leaving the children in wild conflagration.
© Andrew Pratt 30/9/2024

The Way to the Cross – from Bethlehem to Calvary and Beyond – A Hymn
When Jesus came to Bethlehem there was no harsh a day,
they say a census had been called, there was no place to stay;
this baby who would shake the world, would first lay down his head,
not in a royal house or hall, but in a manger bed.
When Jesus went to Nazareth his father had a trade,
a carpenter now had a son and business plans were laid;
but soon within the temple courts, this lad would have his way,
dissenting from his parents' wish, they'd looked for him all day.
The path that he set out to tread from Jordan's crowded bank
would take him him through a wilderness with neither power nor rank;
returning he would scourge the ones and verbally deride
a viper's brood, these hypocrites, who dressed themselves in pride.
Returning to Jerusalem, but not in regal dress,
he's seated on a donkey's back, not here to rule or bless;
the temple tables were upturned, but more disturbing still,
his challenge to authority would cause the air to chill.
That chill was in Gethsemane when he knelt down to pray,
and all the pain of all the world seared through him on that day;
the time of crisis had arrived to turn from what was right,
or walk with soldiers on to what now looked like endless night.
The trial came and ones that he had scourged with words scourged him,
and this was brutal vengeance now, not wondrous, simply grim:
his flesh was ripped, his sinews torn, his body hung to dry,
and as the darkness gathered round the whole world seemed to sigh.
That ragged child that Mary bore was taken from the tree,
the women waited through three days, covertly went to see:
they found the tomb was empty now, the one they sought had gone,
and as they raced in fear away, the mystery lingered on.
Yet through two thousand years and more the influence of that man
has rippled down through history from where it first began;
his spirit stills inspires a faith that trusts to what is right,
to seek for truth, to live in love, keep justice burning bright.
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: 14 14 14 14
Tune: THE LINCOLNSHIRE POACHER
Written at the request of the Rev’d Dr John Parry
Great God, your love has held our lives – Remembrance Hymn
1 Great God, your love has held our lives through all the years down to this day. Your constant presence held us fast: remain with us we plead and pray. We've seen the ruins left by war, the tumbled buildings, street by street; some heard the voices that they loved and cried for those they'd no more meet. 2 As time moves on some memories fade, some griefs we shared lie in the past; for others pain is just as sharp, we know their hurt will always last. Some human acts have swept away our partners, parents, children, friends, some people we had never known; the memory lives and never ends. 3 Beyond this day we try to live: a sinew of each life survives, but where is God in hurt and hate? The questions stay to haunt our lives. Help us to build a better world not fuelled by vengeance, fed by greed; a world in which we all can live, what ever colour, race or creed. 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: LMD Tune: JERUSALEM Other resources: Worshipcloud
Promise of hopefulness, pardon and peace – hymn for our world at a time of war
1 Promise of hopefulness, pardon and peace; Source of deliverance, blessed release; Ground of our being, of darkness and light, Love's possibility, enmity's night; 2 Cleave to the centre of selfish desire Bring to creation by earth, wind or fire All that is hoped for and all that's unseen: Goodness and glory are more than a dream. 3 In our absurdity, clamour and war Unseat our certainty, counter and floor All sense of prejudice, hatred and then Offer us strangers that we can befriend. 4 Give us the courage to enter this cleft, Healing the hurt of the lost, the bereft, Offering hope, though our love's crucified, Soaking up malice where peace is denied; 5 Love is the answer to vengeance and wrath, Going on loving in spite of the loss, Facing the depth of depravity's gain, Burning our hatred on love's sweeter flame. 6 Pour out your spirit, God, fill up our lives, Offering loveliness, love that survives, Then take and lift us and raise up our song: Love is yet greater than all human wrong. Andrew E Pratt (born 1948) Words © 1999 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: 10 10 10 10 Dactylic Tune: KOSOVO (Andrew Pratt) No.57 in Whatever Name or Creed also available in USA from Hope Publishing. Adrian Perry notated this tune and played it when it was first used in the Leigh & Hindley Circuit of the Methodist Church at the time of its composition.