Please note

The first 46  (Allan, it looks like there are more than 46 pages of typescript of hymns.  Renumbering therefore may be required.) pages of this book have been used for a selection of my favourite hymns.  They should be read slowly and carefully, two or three each day, in the form of a meditation.

I think it should be said that the writers of hymns have played a great part in bringing out a better understanding of the compassion, affection, devotion, adoration, tenderness and gentleness which mean and women can feel when in close communication with their God.


There is a God, I know,

I found him in my heart,

My progress is but slow,

But I have made a start.


He came to me when I was ill,

He came close and warmed my soul,

And I can find him near me still,

If his help I but enroll.


For he has pledged not to desert

One so much in need of care

And he will never, never hurt

One who seeks him everywhere.  

                                                                             Myself    7.12.1979


Awake my soul, and with the sun

My daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,

To pay thy morning sacrifice.


Redeem thy misspent moments past,

And live this day as if thy last;

Thy talents to improve take care;

For the great day thyself prepare.


Let all thy converse be sincere,

Thy conscience as the noonday clear;

For God’s all-seeing eye surveys

They secret thoughts, thy words and ways.


Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,

And with the angels bear thy part,

Who all night long unwearied sing

High praise to the eternal king.


All praise to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refreshed me whilst I slept.

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless life partake.


Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Disperse my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will;

And with thyself my spirit fill.


Direct, control, suggest, this day,

All I design, or do, or say,

That all my powers, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite.


Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;

Praise him, all creatures here below;

Praise him above, ye heavenly host;

Praise father, son, and Holy Ghost.

                                                                   Thomas Ken, 1637-1711

Closing of the Year

Across the sky the shades of night

This winter’s eve are fleeting;

We come to thee the life and light,

In solemn worship meeting;

And as the year’s last hours go by

We lift to thee our earnest cry,

Once more thy love entreating.


Before the cross subdued we bow,

To thee our prayers addressing;

Recounting all thy mercies now,

And all our sins confessing;

Beseeching thee, this coming year,

To hold us in thy faith and fear,

And crown us with thy blessing.


We gather up in this brief hour

The memory of thy mercies;

Thy wondrous goodness, love, and power

Our grateful song rehearses;

For thou hast been our strength and stay

In many a dark and dreary day

Of sorrow and reverses.


Then, O great God, in years to come,

Whatever fate betide us,

Right onward through our journey home

Be thou at hand to guide us;

Nor leave us till, at close of life,

Safe from all peril, toil, and strife,

Heaven shall receive and hide us.

                                                                   James Hamilton 1819-9

Reverence and Worship

King of Glory, king of peace,

I will love thee;

And that love may never cease,

I will move thee.

Thou hast granted my request,

Thou hast heard me;

Thou didst note my working breast,

Thou hast spared me.


Wherefore with my utmost art

I will sing thee,

And the cream of all my heart

I will bring thee.

Though my sins against me cried,

Thou didst clear me;

And alone, when they replied,

Thou didst hear me.


Seven whole days, not one in seven,

I will praise thee;

In my heart, though not in heaven,

I can raise thee.

Small it is, in this poor sort

To enrol thee;

E’en eternity’s too short

To extol thee.

                                                                   George Herbert, 1593-1632

God is Great

All things praise thee, Lord most high;

Heaven and earth and sea and sky,

All were for thy glory made,

That thy greatness thus displayed

Should all worship bring to thee;

All things praise thee: Lord, may we.

                                                          George Williams Conder, 1821-74

God’s love

O love of God, how strong and true;

Eternal, and yet ever new;

Uncomprehended and unbought,

Beyond all knowledge and al thought!


O heavenly love, how precious still,

In days of weariness and ill,

In nights of pain and helplessness,

To heal, to comfort, and to bless.


O wide-embracing, wondrous love;

We read thee in the sky above,

We read thee in the earth below,

In seas that swell and streams that flow.


We read thee best in him who come

To bear for us the cross of shame,

Sent by the father from on high,

Our life to life, our death to die.


We read thy power to bless and save

E’en in the darkness of the grave;

Still more in resurrection light

We read the fullness of thy might.


O love of God, our shield and stay

Through all the perils of our way;

Eternal love, in thee we rest,

For ever safe, for ever blest.

                                                                    Horatius Bonar, 1808-89

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Thou, who hast given me eyes to see

And love this sight so fair,

Give me a heart to find out thee,

And read thee everywhere.

                                                          John Keble, 1792-1866

For memorial services

God of the living, in whose eyes

Unveiled thy whole creation lies,

All souls are thine; we must not say

That those are dead who pass away;

From this our world of flesh set free,

We know them living unto thee.


Released from earthly toil and strife,

With thee is hidden still their life;

Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers,

All thine, and yet most truly ours;

For well we know, where’er they be,

Our dead are living unto thee.


Thy word is true, thy will is just;

To thee we leave them, Lord, in trust;

And bless thee for the love which gave

Thy son to fill a human grave,

That none might fear that world to see

Where all are living unto thee.


O giver unto man of breath,

O holder of the keys of death,

O quickener of the life within,

Save us from death, the death of sin;

That body, soul, and spirit be

For ever living unto thee!

                                                                   John Ellerton, 1826-93


Father, let me dedicate

All the year to thee

In whatever worldly state

Thou wilt have me be;

Not from sorrow, pain or care,

Freedom dare I claim;

This alone shall be my prayer;

Glorify they name.


If in mercy thou wilt spare

Joys that yet are mine;

If on life, serene and fair,

Brighter rays may shine;

Let my glad heart, while it sings,

Thee in all proclaim.

And, Whate’er the future brings,

Glorify thy name.


If thou callest to the cross,

And its shadow come,

Turning all my gain to loss,

Shrouding heart and home;

Let me think how thy dear son

To this glory came,

And in deepest woe pray on:

Glorify thy name.

                                                                   Lawrence Tuttiett 1825-97


Let us with a gladsome mine

Praise the Lord, for his is kind;

Let us blaze his name abroad,

For of Gods he is the God;

He, with all-commanding might,

Filled the new-made world with light;

All things living he doth feed,

His full hand supplies their need;

He his chosen race did bless

In the wasteful wilderness;

Let us then with gladsome mind

Praise the lord, for he is kind.

                                                                   John Milton, 1608-74

Opening of the Year

Standing at the portal of the opening year,

Words of comfort meet us, hushing every fear,

Spoken through the silence by our father’s voice,

Tender, strong, and faithful, making us rejoice.


Onward, then, and fear not, children of the day!

For his word shall never, never pass away!


I, the Lord, am with thee, be thou not afraid!

I will help and strengthen, be thou not dismayed!

Yea, I will uphold thee with my own right hand;

Thou art called and chosen in my sight to stand.


For the year before us, O what rich supplies!

For the poor and needy living streams shall rise;

For the sad and sinful shall his grace abound,

For the faint and feeble perfect strength be found.


He will never fail us, he will not forsake;

His eternal covenant he will never break!

Resting on his promise, what have we to fear?

God is all-sufficient for the coming year.

                                                Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-79

Praise him!

Praise, O praise our God and King!

Hymns of adoration sing;

Praise him that he made the sun

Day by day his course to run;

And the silver moon by night,

Shining with her gentle light;

Praise him that he gave the rain

To mature the swelling grain;

And hath bid the fruitful field

Crops of precious increase yield;

Praise him for our harvest store,

He hath filled the garner floor;

And for richer food than this

Pledge of everlasting bliss;

Glory to our bounteous king!

Glory let creation sing.

                                                          Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77

Morning and Evening

My father, for another night

Of quiet sleep and rest.

For all the joy of morning light

Thy holy name be blest.


Now with the new-born day I give

Myself anew to thee,

That as thou willest I may live,

And what thou willest be


Whate’er I do, things great or small,

Whate’er I speak or frame,

Thy glory may I seek in all

Do all in Jesus’s name.


My father, for his sake, I pray,

Thy child accept and bless;

And lead me by thy grace today

In paths of righteousness.

          Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77

The opening of the Year

Another year is dawning:

Dear master, let it be,

In working or in waiting,

Another year for thee.


Another year of mercies,

Of faithfulness and grace;

Another year of gladness

In the shining of thy face.


Another year of progress,

Another year of praise,

Another year of proving

Thy presence all the days.


Another year of service,

Of witness for thy love,

Another year of training

For holier work above.


Another year is dawning,

Dear master, let it be,

On earth, or else in heaven

Another year for thee.


                                                          Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-79

His Life

What grace, O lord and beauty shone

Around thy steps below;

What patient love was seen in all

Thy life and death of woe!


For ever on the burdened heart

A weight of sorrow hung,

Yet no ungentle, murmuring word

Escaped thy silent tongue.


Thy foes might hate, despise, revile

Thy friend unfaithful prove.

Unwearied in forgiveness till,

Thy heart could only love.


O give us hearts to love like thee,

Like thee, O lord, to grieve

Far more for other’s sins, than all

The wrongs that we receive.


One with thyself, may every eye

In us, thy brethren, see

The gentleness and grace that spring

From union, lord, with thee.

The humane approach

We give thee but thine own,

Whate’er the gift may be;

All that we have is thine alone,

A trust, O Lord, from thee.


May we thy bounties thus

As stewards true receive,

And gladly, as thou blessest us,

To thee our first-fruits give.


O hearts are bruised and dead,

And homes are bare and cold,

And lambs, for whom the shepherd bled,

Are straying from the fold.


To comfort and to bless,

To find a balm for woe,

To tend the lone and fatherless

Is angels’ work below.


The captive to release,

To God the lost to bring,

To teach the way of life and peace,

It is a Christ-like thing.


And we believe thy word,

Though dim our faith may be;

Whate’er for thine we do, O Lord,

We do it unto thee.  

                                                          William Walsham How, 1823-97

God’s giving

O Lord of heaven and earth and sea,

To thee all praise and glory be;

How shall we show our love to thee

Who givest all?


The golden sunshine, vernal air,

Sweet flowers and fruits thy love’s declare;

Where harvests ripen, thou art there,

Who givest all.


For peaceful homes and healthful days,

For all the blessings earth displays,

We owe thee thankfulness and praise,

Who givest all.


Thou didst not spare thine only son,

But gav’st him for a world undone,

And freely with that blessed one

Thou givest all.


Thou giv’st the spirit’s blessed dower,

Spirit of life, and love, and power,

And dost  his sevenfold graces shower

Upon us all.


For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,

For means of grace and hopes of heaven,

Father, all praise to thee be given,

Who givest all.

                                                          Christopher Wordsworth,       1807-85

The Lord’s Ways

Wide as the world is thy command;

Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy trust shall stand,

When rolling years shall cease to move.

                                                                   Isaac Watts, 1674-1748

God’s grace in sickness

Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old,

Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o’er disease and death,

O’er darkness and the grave.

To thee they went – the blind, the dumb,

The palsied, and the lame,

The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame.


And, lo, thy touch brought life and health,

Gave speech, and strength, and sight;

And youth renewed and frenzy calmed

Owned thee, the God of lights;

And now, O Lord, be near to bless,

Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,

As by Gennesaret’s shore.


Be thou our great deliverer still,

Thou lord of life and death;

Restore and quicken, soothe and bless,

With thine almighty breath;

To hands that work and eyes that see

Give wisdom’s heavenly lore,

That whole and sick, and weak and strong,

May praise thee evermore.

                                                          Edward Hayes Plumptre, 1821-91

God’s peace in the night

Glory to thee, my God, this night,

For all the blessings of the light:

Keep me, O keep me, king of kings,

Beneath thine own almighty wings.


Forgive me, Lord, for thy hear son,

The ill that I this day have done;

That with the world, myself, and thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.


Teach me to live, that I may dread

The grave as little as my bed;

Teach me to die, that so I may

Rise glorious at the awful day.


O may my soul on thee repose,

And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;

Sleep that may me more vigorous make

To serve my God when I awake.


If in the night I sleepless lie,

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;

Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,

No powers of darkness me molest.


O may I always ready stand

With my lamp burning in my hand;

May I in sight of heaven rejoice

Whene’er I hear the bridegroom’s voice.


All praise to thee in light arrayed,

Who light thy dwelling-place hast made;

A boundless ocean of bright beams

From thy all-glorious Godhead streams.


Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him all creatures here below;

Praise  him above, ye heavenly host:

Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

                                                                   Thomas Ken 1637-1711

For absent friends

Father, who art alone our helper and our stay,

O hear us, as we plead for loved ones far away,

And shield with thine almighty hand

Our wanderers by sea and land.


For thou, our father God, art present everywhere,

And bendest low thine ear to catch the faintest prayer,

Waiting rich blessings to bestow

On all thy children here below.


O compass with thy love the daily path they tread;

And may thy light and truth upon their hearts be shed,

That, one in all things with thy will,

Heaven’s peace and joy their souls may fill.


Guard them from every harm when dangers shall assail,

And teach them that thy power can never, never fail:

We cannot with our loved ones be,

But trust them, Father, unto thee.

                                                Edith Jones: Home Hymn Book, 1885

For travellers

Holy Father, in thy mercy,

Hear our anxious prayer;

Keep our loved ones, now far distant,

‘neath thy care.


Jesus, Saviour, let thy presence

Be their light and guide;

Keep, O keep them, in their weariness,

At thy side.


When in sorrow, when in danger,

When in loneliness,

In thy love look down and comfort

Their distress.


May the joy of thy salvation

Be their strength and stay;

May they love and may they praise thee

Day by day.


Holy spirit, let thy teaching

Sanctify their life;

Send thy grace that they may conquer

In their strife.


Father, Son and Holy Spirit,

God, the one in three,

Bless them, guide them, save them, keep them

Near to thee.

                                                Isobel Stephana Stevenson, 1843-90

Our Country

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,

Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;

The love that asks no question, the  love that stands the test

That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;

The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,

The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.


And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago,

Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;

We may not count her armies, we may not see her king;

Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;

And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,

And her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.

                                                          Cecil Spring-Rice, 1859-1918

Our suffering Saviour

Lord Christ, when first thou cam’st to men,

Upon a cross they bound thee;

And mocked thy saving  kingship then

By thorns with which they crowned thee:

And still our wrongs may weave thee now

New thorns to pierce that steady brow,

And robe of sorrow round thee.


O awful love which found no room

In life where sin denied thee,

And, doomed to death, must bring to doom

The power which crucified thee,

Not a stone was left on stone,

And all a nation’s pride o’erthrown

Went down to dust beside thee.


New advent of the love of Christ,

Shall we again refuse thee,

Till in the night of hate and war

We perish as we lose thee?

From old unfaith our soul release,

To seek the kingdom of thy peace,

By which alone we choose thee.


O wounded hands of Jesus, build

In us thy new creation;

Our pride is dust, our vaunt is stilled,

We wait thy revelation:

O love that triumphs over loss,

We bring our hearts before thy cross,

To finish thy salvation.

                                                                   Walter Russell Bowie, 1882- 

Happy in the love of God

Rejoice today with one accord,

Sing out with exultation;

Rejoice and praise our mighty lord,

Whose arm hath brought salvation;

His works of love proclaim

The greatness of his name;

For he is God alone,

Who hath his mercy shown;

Let all his saints adore him.


When in distress to him we cried,

He heard our sad complaining;

O trust in him, whate’er betide,

His love is all-sustaining;

Triumphant songs of praise

To him our hearts shall raise;

Now every voice shall say

O praise our God always;

Let all his saints adore him.

                                                          Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77

Thirsting for Christ

Christ, whose glory fills the skies,

Christ, the true, the only light,

Sun of righteousness, arise,

Triumph o’er the shades of night;

Day-spring from on high, be near;

Day-star, in my heart appear.


Dark and cheerless is the morn

Unaccompanied by thee;

Joyless is the day’s return,

Till thy mercy’s beams I see,

Till thou inward light impart,

Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.


Visit then this soul of mine;

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;

Fill me, radiancy divine;

Scatter all my unbelief;

More and more thyself display,

Shining to the perfect day.

                                                                   Charles Wesley, 1707-88

In sorrow and are we seek our God

O love divine, that stooped to share

Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,

On thee we cast each earth-born care;

We smile at pain while thou art near.


Though long the weary way we tread,

And sorrow crown each lingering year,

No path we shun, no darkness dread,

Our hearts still whispering:

Thou art near.


When drooping pleasure turns to grief,

And trembling faith is changed to fear,

The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,

Shall softly tell us: thou art near.


On thee we fling our burdening woe,

O lord divine, for ever dear;

Content to suffer, while we know,

Living and dying, thou art near.

                                                          Oliver Wendell Holmes 1808-94

For of such is the Kingdom of god

I think, when I read that sweet story of old,

When Jesus was here among men,

Now he called little children as lambs to his fold,

I should like to have been with them then;

I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,

That his arms had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen his kind look when he said:

Let the little ones come unto me!


Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,

And ask for a share in his love;

And if I now earnestly seek him below,

In that beautiful place he is gone to prepare

For all who are washed and forgiven;

And many dear children are gathering there,

For of such is the kingdom of heaven.


But thousands and thousands who wander and fall

Never herd of that heavenly home;

I should like them to know here is room for them all,

And that Jesus has bid them to come,

I long for the joy of that glorious time,

The sweetest and brightest and best,

When the dear little children of every clime

Shall crowd to his arms and be blessed.

                                                          Jemima Luke, 1813-1906


A prayer for help

Jesus I am in despair,

I do not know which way to turn;

I try and sense you everywhere,

But you are difficult to discern.

Prayer for guidance

Lord and saviour, true and kind,

Be the master of my mind;

Bless and guide and strengthen still

All my powers of thought and will.


While I ply the scholar’s task,

Jesus Christ, be near, I ask;

Help the memory, clear the brain,

Knowledge still to seek and gain.


Here I train for life’s swift race;

Let me do it in thy grace:

Here I arm me for life’s fight;

Let me do it in thy might.


Thou hast made me mind and soul;

I for thee would use the whole:

Thou hast died that I might live;

All my powers to thee I give.


Striving, thinking, learning still,

Let me follow thus thy will,

Till my whole glad nature be

Trained for duty and for thee.

                                                Handley Carr Glyn Moule, 1841-1920

A child’s appeal – “reveal to me the Lord Jesus”

Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;

Things I would ask him to tell me if he were here;

Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,

Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.


First let me hear how the children stood round his knee;

And I shall fancy his blessing resting on me:

Words full of kindness, deeds full of grace,

All in the love-light of Jesu’s face.


Tell how the sparrow that twitters on yonder tree

And the sweet meadow – side lily may speak to me;

Give me their message, for I would hear

How Jesus taught us our father’s care.


Tell me, in accents of wonder, how rolled the sea,

Tossing the boat in a tempest on Galilee ;

And now the master, ready and kind,

Chided the billow and hushed the wind.


Into the city I’d follow the children’s band,

Waving a branch of the palm-tree high in my hand;

One of his heralds, yes, I would sing

Loudest Hosannas! Jesus is King!


Show me that scene, in the garden of bitter pain;

And of the cross where my saviour for me was slain:

Sad ones or bright ones, so that they be,

Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.

                                                          William Henry Parker, 1845-1929

Answer my request

Creator of the universe divine,

Take my heart and make it thine;

Nothing matters in this world

Only that your nature be unfurled.

                                                                             By myself

Give us the blessing that was Samuel’s

Hushed was the evening hymn,

They temple courts were dark,

The lamp was burning dim

Before the sacred Ark ,

When suddenly a voice divine

Rang through the silence of the shrine.


The old man, meek and mild,

The priest of Israel slept;

His watch the temple child,

The little levite, kept:

And what from Eli’s sense was sealed

The Lord to Hannah’s son revealed.


O give me Samuel’s ear

The open ear, O Lord

Alive and quick to hear

Each whisper of  thy word;

Like him to answer at thy call,

And to obey thee first of all.


O give me Samuel’s heart

A lowly heart, that waits

Where in thy house thou art

Or watches at thy gates

of  day and night – a heart that still

moves at the breathing of thy will.


O give me Samuel’s mind

O sweet murmuring faith,

Obedient and resigned

To thee in life and death,

That I may read with children eyes

Truths that are hidden from the wise.

                                                          James Drummond Burns, 1823-64  

A child’s appeal

I love to think, though I am young,

My saviour was a child

That Jesus walked this earth along

With feet all undefiled.


He kept his father’s word of truth,

As I am taught to do;

And while he walked the paths of youth,

He walked in wisdom too.


I love to think that he who spake

And made the blind to see,

And called the sleeping dead to wake,

Was once a child like me.


That he who wore the thorny crown,

And tasted death’s despair,

Had a kind mother like my own,

And knew her love and care.


I know ‘twas all for love of me

That he became a child,

And left the heavens, so fair to see,

And trod earth’s pathway wild.


Then, saviour, who wast once a child,

A child may come to thee;

And O in all thy mercy mild,

Dear saviour, come to me!

                                                Edwin Paxton Hood 1820-85

The saint’s homecoming

The saints of God, their conflict past,

And life’s long battle won at last,

No more they need the shield or sword;

They cast them down before their Lord:

O happy saints! For ever blest,

At Jesu’s feet how safe their rest.


The saints of God, their wanderings done,

No more their weary course thy run,

No more they faith, no more they fall,

No foes oppress, no fears appal:

O happy saints! For ever blest,

In that dear home, how sweet their rest.


The saints of God, life’s voyage o’er

Safe landed on that blissful shore,

No stormy tempests now they dread,

No roaring billow lift their head:

O happy saints! For ever blest,

In that calm haven of their rest.


O God of saints, to thee we cry;

O saviour, plead for us on high;

O Holy Ghost, our guide and friend,

Grant us thy grace till life shall end:

That with all saints our rest may be

In that bright paradise with thee.

                                                William Dalrymple Maclagan 1826-1910

A child’s prayer


Father, lead me day by day

Ever in thine own sweet way;

Teach me to be pure and true,

Show me what I ought to do.

When in danger, make me brave;

Make me know that thou canst save;

Keep me safe by thy dear side;

Let me in thy love abide.


When I’m tempted to do wrong,

Make me steadfast, wise and strong;

and when all alone I stand,

shield me with thy mighty hand.


When my heart is full of glee,

Helped me to remember thee,

Happy most of all to know

That my father love me so.


When my work seems hard and dry,

May I press on cheerily;

Help me patiently to bear

Plain and hardship, toil and care.


May I see the good and bright

When they pass before my sight;

May I hear the heavenly voice

When the pure and wise rejoice.

                                                          John Page Hopps, 1834-1912

Follow Jesus vv.5 and 6 only

Men wake, glad heart, awake, awake!

And seek thy risen lord;

Joy in his resurrection take,

And comfort in his word.


And let thy life through all its ways

One long thanksgiving be;

Its theme of joy, its song of praise –

Christ died and rose for me.

                                      John Samuel Bewley Monsell (1911-75)

Mankind can bring God to everyone

God is working his purpose out, as year succeeds to year;

God is working his purpose out, and the time is drawing wear –

Nearer and nearer draws the time – the time that shall surely be,

When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God, as the waters cover the sea.


From utmost east to utmost west, where’er man’s foot path trod.

By the mouth of many messengers goes forth the voice of God:

Give ear to me, ye continents – ye isles, give ear to me,

That the earth may be filled with the glory of God, as the waters cover the sea.


What can we do to work God’s work, to prosper and increase the brotherhood of all mankind – the reign of the prince of peace?

What can we do to hasten the time – the time that shall surely be,

When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God, as the waters cover the sea?


March we forth in the strength of God, with the banner of Christ unfurled,

That the light of the glorious gospel of truth may shine throughout the world:

Fight we the fight with sorrow and sin, to set their captives free,

That the earth may be filled with the glory of God, as the waters cover the sea.


All we can do is nothing worth, unless God blesses the deed;

Vainly we ho0pe for the harvest-tide, till God gives life to the seed;

Yet nearer and nearer draws the time – the time that shall surely be,

When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God, as the waters cover the sea.

                                                Arthur Campbell Ainger, 1841-1919

A prayer for the world

Almighty father, who dost give

The lift of life to all who live,

Look down on all earth’s sin and strife

And lift us to a nobler life.


Lift up our hearts, O king of kings,

To brighter hopes and kindlier things,

To visions of a larger good.

And holier dreams of  brotherhood.


They world is weary of its pain,

Of selfish greed and fruitless gain,

Of tarnished honour, falsely strong,

And all its ancient deeds of wrong.


Hear thou the prayer thy servants pray,

Uprising from all lands today,

And o’er the vanquished powers of sin

O bring thy great salvation in.

                             John Howard Bertram Masterman, 1867-1933

Deliverance from Oppression

King of the city splendid,

Eternal in the height.

May all our country’s cities

Be holy in thy sight;

Cleansed from the deeds of darkness –

Cities of light.


Teach love to gladden children

That know not childhood’s mirth,

Wronged of their rights -  no beauty

In their scant reach of earth;

To hope’s large sunshine give them

A second birth.


Lord, end the spell of passion,

Break thou the drunkard’s lure:

Thou art the one physician

The human heart to cure;

The wavering will to strengthen,

Foul life make pure.


Give joy to all the joyless,

Song’s voice to sorrows dumb,

May light invade with blessing

Each dark and deathly slum;

Into earth’s realms of horror

Thy kingdom come!


Soon may our country’s cities,

Thy robe of glory wear;

Each place of toil a temple,

Each house a home of prayer:

Each city’s name of beauty –

The lord is there!

                                                          George Thomas Coster, 1835-1912

Help us to find thee, O God

Where cross the crowded ways of life,

Where sound the cries of race and clan,

Above the noise of selfish strife,

We hear thy voice, O son of Man.


In haunts of wretchedness and need,

On shadowed thresholds dark with fears,

From paths where hide the lures of greed,

We catch the vision of thy tears.


From tender childhood’s helplessness,

From woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil,

From famished souls, from sorrow’s stress,

Thy heart has never known recoil.


The cup of water given for thee

Still holds the freshness of thy grace;

Yet long these multitudes to see

The sweet compassion of thy face.


O master, from the mountain side,

Make haste to heal these harts of pain;

Among these restless throngs abide,

O tread the city’s streets again:


Till sons of men shall learn thy love,

And follow where thy feet have trod;

Till glorious from thy heaven above,

Shall come the city of our God.  

                                                          Frank Mason North 1850-1936


Ask and you will receive

My Jesus, may I ask your help,

In troubles that I find myself;

I am not now so close to you,

I’m one of the many, not the few.

                                                          By myself

Lord, help us to remember thee

According to thy gracious word,

In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord,

I will remember thee.


Thy body, broken for my sake,

My bread from heaven shall be;

Thy testamental cup I take,

And thus remember thee.

When to the cross I turn mine eyes,

And rest on Calvary ,

O lamb of God, my sacrifice,

I must remember thee –


Remember thee, and all thy pains,

And all thy love to me;

Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,

Will I remember thee.


And when these failing lips grow dumb,

And mind and memory flee,

When thou shalt in thy kingdom come,

Jesus, remember me.

                                                          James Montgomery, 1771-1854

Help us to reveal thee

God make my life a little light

Within the world to glow;

A little flame that burneth bright,

Wherever I may go.


God make my life a little flower

That giveth joy to all,

Content to bloom in native bower,

Although the place be small.


God make my life a little song

That comforteth the sad,

That helpeth others to be strong,

And makes the singer glad.


God make my life a little staff

Whereon the weak may rest,

That so what health and strength I have

May serve my neighbours best.


God make my life a little hymn

Of tenderness and praise,

Of faith, that never waxeth dim,

In all his wondrous ways.

                             Matilda Barbrara Betham-Edwards, 1836-1919

A prayer for peace

O god of love, O king of peace,

Make wars throughout the world to cease;

The wrath of sinful man restrain;

Give peace, O god, give peace again.


Remember, Lord, thy works of old,

The wonders that our fathers told;

Remember not our sin’s dark stain;

Give peace, O God, give peace again.


Whom shall we trust but thee O lord?

Where rest but on thy faithful word?

None ever called on thee in vain:

Give peace, O God, give peace again.


Where saints and angels dwell above,

All hearts are knit in holy love;

O bind us in that heavenly chain:

Give peace, O god, give peace again.

                                                          Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77

Let us remember your years upon this earth, O Lord

I cannot tell why he, when angels worship,

Should set his love upon the sons of men,

Or why, as shepherd, he should seek the wanderers,

To bring them back, they know not how or when.

But this I know, that he was born of Mary,

When Bethlehem ’s manger was his only home,

And that he lived at Nazareth and laboured,

And so the saviour, saviour of the world, is come.


I cannot tell how silently he suffered,

As with his peace he graced this place of tears,

Or how his heart upon the cross was broken,

The crown of pain to three and thirty years.

But this I know, he heals the broken-hearted,

And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,

And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,

For yet the saviour, saviour of the world, is here.


I cannot tell how he will win the nations,

How he will claim his earthly heritage,

How satisfy the needs and aspirations

Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.

But this I know, all flesh shall see his glory,

And he shall reap the harvest he has sown,

And some glad day his sun shall shine in splendour

When he the saviour, saviour of the world, is known.


I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,

When, at his bidding, every storm is stilled,

Or who can say how great the jubilation

When all the hearts of men with love are filled.

But his I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,

And myriad, myriad human voices sing,

And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:

At last the saviour, saviour of the world, is King!

                                                William Young Fullerton , 1857-1932

We listen for your voice

Master, speak!  Thy servant heareth,

Waiting for thy gracious word,

Longing for thy voice that cheereth;

Master, let it now be heard,

I am listening, Lord, for thee;

What hast thou to say to me?


Speak to me by name, O master,

Let me know it is to me;

Speak, that I may follow faster,

With a step more firm and free,

Where the shepherd leads the flock

In the shadow of the rook.


Master, speak! Though least and lowest,

Let me not unheard depart;

Master, speak! For O thou knowest

All the yearning of my heart,

Knowest all its truest need;

Speak, and make me blest indeed.


Master, speak: and make me ready,

When thy voice is truly heard,

With obedience glad and steady

Still to follow  every word.

I am listening, Lord, for thee;

Master, speak! O speak to me!

                                                          Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-79 

Do this in remembrance

Jesus, to thy table led,

Now let every heart be fed

With the true and living bread.


While in penitence we kneel,

Thy sweet presence let us feel,

All thy wondrous love reveal.


While on thy dear cross we gaze,

Mourning o’er our sinful ways,

Turn our sadness into praise.


When we taste the mystic wine,

Of thine outpoured blood the sign,

Fill our hearts with love divine.


Draw us to thy wounded side,

Whence there flowed the healing tide;

There our sins and sorrows hide.


From the bonds of sin release,

Cold and wavering faith increase,

Lamb of God, grant us thy peace.


Lead us by thy pierced hand

Till around thy throne we stand

In the bright and better land.

                                                          Robert Hall Baynes, 1831-95 

vv.1 and 2 only

At thy feet, O Christ, we lay

Thine own gift of this new day;

Doubt of what it holds in store

Makes us crave thine aid the more;

Lest it prove a time of loss,

Make it, saviour, with thy cross.


Bring us your help


If it flow on calm and bright,

Be thyself our chief delight;

If it bring unknown distress,

God is all that thou canst bless;

Only, while its hours begin,

Pray we, keep them clear of sin.

                                                                   William Bright, 1824-1901

We know you are always with us Lord

They who tread the path of labour follow where my feet have trod;

They who worn without complaining do the holy will of God;

Nevermore thou needest seek me; I am with thee everywhere;

Raise the stone, and thou shalt find me; cleave the wood and I am there.


Where the many toil together, there am I among my own;

Where the tired workman sleepeth, there am I with him alone.

I, the peace that passeth knowledge, dwell amid the daily strife;

I, the bread of heaven, am broken in the sacrament of life.


Every task, however simple, sets the soul that does it free;

Every deed of love and mercy done to man; is done to me.

Nevermore thou needest seek me;; I am with thee everywhere;

Raise the stone, and thou shalt find me; cleave the wood and I  am there.

                                                          Henry Van Dyke, 1852-1933

Help us Lord

O God of Bethel, by whose hand

Thy people still are fed;

Who through this weary pilgrimage

Hast all our father led:


Our vows, our prayers, we now present

Before thy throne of grace;

God of our fathers, be the God

Of their succeeding race.


Through each perplexing path of life

Our wandering footsteps guide;

Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.


O spread thy covering wings around,

Till all our wanderings cease,

And at our father’s loved abode

Our souls arrive in peace.


Such blessings from thy gracious hand

Our humble prayers implore;

And thou shalt be our chosen God,

And portion evermore.

                                                                   Philip Doddridge 1702-51

Oppressed with sin and woe,

A burdened heart I hear;

Opposed by many a mighty foe,

Yet will I not despair.


In my redeemer’s name

I give myself to thee;

And, all unworthy as I am,

My God will welcome me.

                                                                   Anne Bronte, 1820-49

Keep us near to you O Lord

Jesu, sun of righteousness,

Brightest beam of love divine,

With the early morning rays,

Do thou on our darkness shine,

And dispel with purest light

All our night.


As on drooping herb and flower

Falls the soft refreshing dew,

Let thy spirit’s grace and power

All our weary souls renew;

Showers of blessing over all

softly fall.


Like the sun’s reviving ray,

May thy love with tender glow

All our coldness melt away,

Warm and cheer us forth to go.

Gladly serve thee and obey

All the day.


O our only hope and guide,

Never leave us nor forsake;

Keep us ever at the side

Till the eternal morning break,

Moving on to Zion ’s hill,

Homeward still.

                                                Christian Knorr Von Rosenroth, 1636-89;

                                                Tr. By Jane Laurie Borthwick, 1813-97

Help us to know you better verse 2 omitted

We have not known thee as we ought,

Nor learned thy wisdom, grace, and power;

The things of earth have filled our thought,

And trifles of the passing hour:

Lord, give us light thy truth to see,

And make us wise in knowing thee.


We have not loved thee as we ought,

Nor cared that we are loved by thee:

Thy presence we have coldly sought,

And feebly longed thy face to see:

Lord, gave a pure and loving heart

To feel and know the love thou art.


We have not served thee as we ought;

Alas the duties left undone,

The work with little fervour wrought,

The battles lost or scarcely won!

Lord, give the zeal, and give the might,

For thee to toil, for thee to fight.


When shall we know thee as we ought,

And fear, and love, and serve alright?

When shall we, lout of trial brought,

Be perfect in the land of light?

Lord, may we day be day prepare

To see thy face and serve thee there

I’m not ashamed to own my lord,

Or to defend his cause,

Maintain the honour of his word,

The glory of his cross.


Jesus, my God!  I know his name,

His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,

Nor let my hope be lost.

                                                v.v.1 and 2 only, Isaac Watts, 1674-1748

A prayer to Jesus

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us;

Much we need thy tender care;

In thy pleasant pastures feed us,

For our use thy folds prepare:

Blessed Jesus,

Thou hast bought us, thine we are.


We are thine, do thou befriend us;

Be the guardian of our way;

Keep thy flock, from sin defend us,

Seek us when we go astray:

Blessed Jesus,

Hear us when we praise and pray.


Thou hast promised to receive us,

Poor and sinful though we be;

Thou hast mercy to relieve us,

Grace to cleanse, and make us free:

Bless’ed Jesus,

Early let us turn to thee.


Early let us seek thy favour;

Early let us do thy will;

Gracious lord, our only saviour,

With thyself our bosoms fill:

Blessed Jesus,

Thou hast loved us – love us still.

                                                          Dorothy Ann Thrupp:

                                                          Hymns for the young 1836

O that the world might taste, and see

The riches of his grace;

The arms of love that compass me

Would all mankind embrace.

                                                          Charles Wesley, 1707-85

A call to God

Lead us, heavenly father, lead us

O’er the world’s tempestuous sea;

Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us,

For we have no help but thee.

Yet possessing every blessing

If our God our father be.


Saviour, breathe forgiveness o’er us;

All our weakness thou dost know:

Thou didst tread this earth before us,

Thou didst feel its keenest woe;

Lone and dreary, faint and weary,

Through the desert thou didst go.


Spirit of our God, descending,

Fill our hearts with heavenly joy,

Love with every passion blending,

Pleasure that can never cloy;

Thus provided, pardoned, guided,

Nothing can our peace destroy.

                                                          James Edmeston, 1791-1867

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,

Fill our hearts with joy and peace;

Let us each, thy love possessing,

Triumph in redeeming grace;

O refresh us,

Travelling through this wilderness.


Thanks we give, and adoration,

For thy gospel’s joyful sound;

May the fruits of thy salvation

In our hearts and lives abound;

May thy presence

With us evermore be found.

                                                          John Fawcett, 1740-1817

Our reward will be in heaven

Stay, master, stay upon this heavenly hill;

A little longer, let us linger still;

With all the mighty ones of old beside,

Near to the awful presence still abide;

Before the throne of light we trembling stand,

And catch a glimpse into the spirit-land.


Stay, master, stay!  We breathe a purer air;

This life is not the life that waits us there;

Thoughts, feelings, flashes, glimpses come and go;

We cannot speak them – nay, we do not know;

Wrapt in this cloud of light we seem to be

The thing we fain would grow – eternally.


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.


If man aspires to reach the throne of God,

O’er the dull plains of earth must lie the road:

He who best does his lowly duty here,

Shall  mount the highest in a nobler sphere:

At God’s own feet our spirits seek their rest,

And he is nearest him who serves him best.

                                                          Samuel Greg , 1804-87

When our heads are bowed with woe,

When our bitter tears o’erflow,

When we mourn the lost, the dear,

Jesu, son of Mary, hear.


When the heart is sad within

With the thought of all its sin,

When the spirit shrinks with fear,

Jesu, Son of Mary, hear.

                                                          v.v.3 and 4 omitted

                                                          Henry Hart Milman, 1791-1868

Nearer we come and clearer your ways

Saviour, blessed saviour,

Listen while we sing;

Hearts and voices raising

Praises to our king:

All we have we offer,

All we hope to be,

Body, soul, and spirit,

All we yield to thee.


Nearer, ever nearer,

Christ, we draw to thee,

Deep in adoration

Being low the knee.

Thou, for our redemption,

Cam’st on earth to die;

Thou, that we might follow,

Hast gone up on high.


Clearer still and clearer,

Dawns the light from heaven,

In our sadness bringing

News of sin forgiven;

Life hast lost its shadows,

Pure the light within;

Thou hast shed thy radiance

On a world of sin.


Onward, ever onward,

Journeying o’er the road

Worn by saints before us,

Journeying on to God;

Leaving all behind us.

May we hasten on,

Backward never looking

Till the prize is won.


Higher then, and higher,

Bear the ransomed soul,

Earthly toils forgotten,

Saviour, to its goal;

Where, in joys unthought of,

Saints with angels sing.

Never weary, raising

Praises to their king.     

                                                                   Godfrey Thring 1823-1903

Blest are the pure in heart,

For they shall see our God;

The secret of the lord is theirs,

Their soul is Christ’s abode.


The Lord, who left the sky

Our life and peace to bring,

And dwelt in lowliness with men,

Their pattern and their king.


Omit verse 3


Lord, we thy presence seek;

May ours this blessing be;

Give us a pure and lowly heart,

A temple meet for thee.

                                                John Keble, v.1., 1792-1866;

                                                William John Hall, v.v.2.4, 1793-1861

Be near us at all times

Jesus, still lead on,

Till our rest be won,

And although the way be cheerless.

We will follow, calm and fearless:

Guide us by thy hand,

To our fatherland.


If the way be drear,

If the foe be near,

Let not faithless fears o’ertake us,

Let not love and hope forsake us,

For, through many a foe,

To our home we go.


When we seek relief

From a long-felt grief,

When oppressed by new temptations,

Lord increase and perfect patience:

Show us that bright shore

Where we weep no more.


When sweet earth and skies

Fade before our eyes;

When through death we look to heaven,

And our sins are all forgiven,

From thy bright abode,

Call us home to God.


Jesus, still lead on,

Till our rest be won;

Heavenly leader, still direct us,

Still support, console, protect us,

Till we safely stand

In our fatherland.

                                      Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf, 1700-1760

                                      Tr. By Jane Laurie Borthwick 1813-97

Seek and you will find

Ye that do your master’s will,

Meek in heart, be meeker still;

Day by day your sins confess,

Ye that walk in righteousness:

Gracious souls in grace abound,

Seek the lord, whom ye have found.


Sing ye happy souls, that press

Toward the height of holiness;

All his promises receive,

All the grace he hath to give;

Follow on, nor slack your pace

Till ye see his glorious face.

                                                          Charles Wesley, 1707-88

I am the light of the world

God of mercy, god of grace,

Show the brightness of thy face;

Shine upon us, saviour, shine

Fill thy church with light divine;

And thy saving health extend

Unto earth’s remotest end.


Let the peoples praise thee, lord;

Be by all that live adored;

Let the nations shout and sing

Glory to their saviour king;

At thy feet their tribute pay,

And thy holy will obey.


Let the peoples praise thee, lord;

Earth shall then her fruits afford;

God to ma his blessing give,

Man to God devoted live;

All below, and all above,

One in  joy, and light, and love.

                                                          Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847

Bernhardt Severin Ingemann 1789-1862;

Tr. By Sabine Baring-Gould, 1834-1924

Through the night of doubt and sorrow,

Onward goes the pilgrim band,

Singing songs of expectation

Marching to the promised land.


Clear before us through the darkness

Gleams and burns the guiding light;

Brother clasps the hand of brother,

Stepping fearless through the night.


One the light of God’s own presence,

O’er his ransomed people shed,

Chasing far the gloom and terror,

Brightening all the path we tread:


One the object of our journey,

One the faith which never tires,

One the earnest looking forward,

One the hope our God inspires.


One the strain that lips of thousands

Lift a from the heart of one;

One the conflict, one the peril,

One the march in God begun:


One the gladness of rejoicing

On the far eternal shore,

Where the one almighty father

Reigns in love for evermore.


Onward therefore, pilgrim brothers,

Onward with the cross our aid!

Bear its shame, and fight its battle,

Till we rest beneath its shade.


Soon shall come the great awaking,

Soon the rending of the tomb;

Then the scattering of all shadows,

And the end of toil and gloom.

Thomas Joseph Potter, 1827-78;

William Walsham How, 1823-97, and others


Brightly gleams our banner,

Pointing to the sky,

Waving on Christ’s soldiers

To their home on high.

Marching through the desert,

Gladly thus we pray

Still with hearts united

Singing on our way.

Brightly gleams our banner,

Pointing to the sky

Waving on Christ’s soldiers

To their home on high.


Jesus, Lord and Master,

At thy sacred feet,

Here, with hearts rejoicing,

See they children meet,

Often have we left thee,

Often gone astray;

Keep us, mighty saviour,

In the narrow way.


All our days direct us

In the way we go;

Lead us on victorious

Over every foe;

Bid thine angels shield us

When the storm-clouds lower;

Pardon thou and save us

In the last dread hour.


Then with saints and angels

May we join above,

Offering prayers and praises

At they throne of love.

When the march is over,

Then come rest and peace,

Jesus in his beauty,

Songs that never cease.

Our Trust in you, Lord, will have its reward

Hark! Hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling

O’er earth’s green fields and ocean’s wave-beat shore;

How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling

Of that new life when sin shall be no more!

Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!


Onward we go; for still we her them singing;

Come, weary soul, for Jesus bids you come;

And through the darn, its echoes sweetly ringing,

The music of the gospel leads us home.


Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,

The voice of Jesus sounds o’er land and sea,

And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing

Mind shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee.


Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary,

The day must dawn and darksome night be past;

Faith’s journey ends in welcomes to the weary,

And heaven, the heart’s true home, will come at last.


Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping;

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above,

Till morning’s joy shall lend the night of weeping,

And life’s long shadows break in cloudless love.

                                                          Frederick William Faber, 1814-63  

I am not worthy, holy lord,

That thou shouldst come to me;

Speak but the word: one gracious word

Can set the sinner free.


I am not worthy; cold and bare

The lodging of my soul;

How canst thou deign to enter there?

Lord speak, and make me whole.


I am not worthy; yet, my God,

How can I say thee nay,

Thee, who didst give thy flesh and blood

My ransom-price to pay?


O come, in this sweet morning hour,

Feed me with food divine;

And fill with all thy love and power

This worthless heart of mine.

                                                          Henry Williams Baker, 1821-77

Nearness to God

Forth in thy name, O Lord I go,

My daily labour to pursue,

Thee, lonely thee, resolved to know

In all I think, or speak, or do.


The task thy wisdom hath assigned

O let me cheerfully fulfil,

In all my works thy presence find,

And prove thy acceptable will.


Thee may I set at my right hand,

Whose eyes my inmost substance see,

And labour on at thy command,

And offer all my works to thee.


Give me to bear thy easy yoke,

And every moment watch and pray,

And still to things eternal look,

And hasten to thy glorious day.


For thee delightfully employ

Whate’er thy bounteous grace hath given,

And run my course with even joy,

And closely walk with thee to heaven.

                                                                    Charles Wesley, 1707-88

Help me Lord

O master, let me walk with thee

In paths of lowly service free;

My secret tell; help me to bear

The strain of toil, the fret of care;

Help me the slow of heart to move

By some clear winning word of love;

Teach me the wayward feet to stay,

And guide them in the homeward way.


Teach me thy patience; still with thee

In closer, dearer company.

In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,

In trust that triumphs over wrong,

In hope that sends a shining ray

Far down the future’s broadening way,

In peace that only thou canst give,

With thee, O master, let me live!

                                                          Washington Gladden, 1836-1918

An appeal to Jesus

Jesus, stand among us

In thy risen power;

Let this time of worship

Be a hallowed hour.


Breathe the holy spirit

Into every heart;

Bid the fears and sorrows

From each soul depart.


Thus with quickened footsteps

We’ll pursue our way,

Watching for the dawning

Of eternal day.

                                                          William Pennefather, 1816-73    

Trust in God

Through the love of God our saviour,

All will be well;

Free and changeless in his favour,

All, all is well:

Precious is the blood that healed us;

Perfect is the grace that sealed us;

Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us,

All must be well.


Though we pass through tribulation,

All will be well;

Christ hath purchased full salvation,

All, all is well:

Happy still in God confiding;

Fruitful, if in Christ abiding;

Holy, through the spirit’s guiding;

All must be well.


We expect a bright tomorrow;

All will be well;

Faith can sing through days of sorrow,

All, all is well:

On our father’s love relying,

Jesus every need supplying,

Then in living or in dying

All must be well.

                                                                   Mary Peters, 1813-56

Let us Pray

Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed,

The motion of a hidden fire

That trembles in the breast.


Prayer is the burden of a sign,

The falling of a tear,

The upward glancing of any eye

When none but God is near.


Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try;

Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The majesty on high.


Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice

Returning from his ways,

While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry: behold he prays!


Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,

The Christian’s native air,

His watchword at the gates of death;

He enters heaven with prayer.


O thou by whom we come to God,

The life, the truth, the way!

The path of prayer thyself hast trod:

Lord! Teach us how to pray.


                                                          James Montgomery, 1771-1854

O light, from age to age the same,

O’ever-living word,

Here have we felt thy kindling flame,

Thy voice within have heard.


Here holy thought and hymn and prayer

Have winged the spirit’s powers,

And made these walls divinely fair,

Thy temple, lord, and ours.


What visions rise above the years;

What tender memories throng

Till the eye fills with happy tears,

The heart with happy song.


O not in vain their toil, who wrought

To build faith’s freer shrine;

Not theirs, whose steadfast love and thought

Have watched the fire divine.


Burn, holy fire, and shine more wide!

While systems rise and fall,

Faith, hope, and charity abide,

The heart and soul of all.

                                                Frederick Lucian Hosmer, 1840-1929

When the day of toil is done,

When the race of life is run,

Father, grant thy wearied one

Rest for evermore.


When the strife of sin is stilled,

When the foe within is killed,

Be thy gracious word fulfilled –

Peace for evermore.


When the darkness melts away

At the breaking of the day,

Bid us hail the cheering ray –

Light for evermore.


When the heart by sorrow tried

Feels at length is throbs subside,

Bring us, where all tears are dried,

Joy for evermore.


When for vanished days we yearn,

Days that never can return,

Teach us in thy love to learn

Love for evermore.

                                                          John Ellerton, 1826-93

My heart is full of doubt, and deep despair.

I turn to you, Lord, in solemn, and in silent prayer,

In the earnest hope that you are surely there.

And then I see your wonders everywhere!

I sense the fragrance of your flowers in the air!

And of their brilliant colours I become aware!

Then I feel sure that you will not impair

My faith and love so lacking and so rare;

That you will assuredly come to me and declare,

That I, of your love may, have a constant and unfailing share.

                                                                             By myself

In full and glad surrender

I give myself to thee;

Thine utterly, and only,

And evermore to be.


O son of God, who lov’st me,

I will be thine lone;

And all I have, and all I am,

Shall henceforth be thine own.


Reign over me, Lord Jesus;

O make my heart thy throne,

It shall be thine, my saviour,

It shall be thine alone.


O come and reign, Lord Jesus,

Rule over everything;

And keep me always loyal

And true to thee, my king.

                                                          Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-7

Thine for ever! God of love,

Hear us from they throne above;

Thine for ever may we be,

Here and in eternity.


Thine for ever! Lord of life,

Shield us through our earthly strife;

Thou the life, the truth, the way,

Guide us to the realms of day.


Thine for ever! O how blest

They who find in thee their rest!

Saviour, guardian, heavenly friend,

O defend us to the end.


Thine for ever! Shepherd keep

These thy frail and trembling sheep;

Safe alone beneath thy care,

Let us all thy goodness share.


Thine for ever! Thou our guide,

All our wants by thee supplied,

All our sins by thee forgiven,

Lead us, lord, from earth to heaven.

Mary Fawler Maude, 1819-1913

Rise up, O men of God!

Have done with lesser things;

Give hearts and soul and mind and strength

To serve the king of kings.


Rise up, O men of God!

His kingdom tarries long;

Bring in the day of brotherhood,

And end the night of wrong.


Rise up, O men of God!

The church for you doth wait,

Her strength unequal to her task;

Rise up and make her great.


Lift high the cross of Christ!

Tread where his feet have trod;

As brothers of the son of man

Rise up, O men of God!

                                                          William Pierson Merrill, 1867-?

Sweet place: sweet place alone!

The court of God most high,

The heaven of heavens, the throne

Of spotless majesty!


O happy place! When shall I be

My God, with thee, to see thy face?


There dwells my Lord, my king,

Judged here unfit to live;

There angels to him sing,

And lowly homage give.


The patriarchs of old

There from their travels cease;

The prophets there behold

Their longed-for prince of peace.


The lamb’s apostles there

I might with joy behold;

The harpers I might hear

Playing on harps of gold.


The faithful martyrs, they

Within those courts are found;

All clothed in pure array,

Their scars with glory crowned.


Jerusalem on high

My song and city is,

My home whene’er I die,

The centre of my bliss.

                                                          Samuel Crossman, 1624-83

O how blest the hour, Lord Jesus,

When we can to thee draw near,

Promises so sweet and precious

From thy gracious lips to hear.


Be with us this day to bless us,

That we may not hear in vain;

With the saving truths impress us,

Which the words of life contain.


Open thou our minds, and lead us

Safely on our heavenward way;

With the lamp of truth precede us,

That we may not go astray.


Make us gentle, meek, and humble,

And yet bold in doing right;

Scatter darkness, lest we stumble;

Men walk safely in the light.


Lord, endue thy word from heaven

With such light, and love, and power,

That in us its silent leaven

May work on from hour to hour.


Give us grace to bear our witness

To the truths we have embraced;

And let others both their sweetness

And their quickening virtue taste.

                                                Carl Johann Philipp Spitta, 1801-59;

                                                Tr. By Richard Massie, 1800-87

God of pity, god of grace,

When we humbly seek thy face,

Bend from heaven, thy swelling-place;

Hear, forgive and save.


When we in thy temple meet,

Spread our wants before thy feet,

Pleading at thy mercy-seat,

Look from heaven and save.


When thy love our hearts shall fill,

And we long to do thy will,

Turning to thy holy hill,

Lord, accept and save.


Should we wander from thy fold,

And our love to thee grow cold,

With a pitying eye behold;

Lord, forgive and save.


Should the hand of sorrow press,

Earthly care and want distress,

May our souls thy peace possess;

Jesus, hear and save.


And whate’er our cry may be,

When we lift our hearts to thee.

From our burden set us free;

Hear, forgive and save.

                                                          Eliza Fanny Morris, 1821-74

Stand up and bless the lord,

Ye people of his choice;

Stand up and bless the lord your God,

With heart and soul and voice.


Though high above all praise,

Above all blessing high,

Who would not fear his holy name,

And laud and magnify?


O for the living flame

From his own alter brought,

To touch our lips, our minds inspire,

And wings to heaven our thought.


There, with benign regard,

Our hymns he deigns to hear;

Though unrevealed to mortal sense,

Our spirits feel him near.


God is our strength and song,

And his salvation ours;

Then be his love in Christ proclaimed

With all our ransomed powers.


Stand up and bless the Lord,

The Lord your God adore;

Stand up and bless his glorious name

Henceforth for evermore.

                                                          James Montgomery, 1771-1854

Jesus came; not in power, not in fame:

But in gentleness and meekness,

The God of love to proclaim,

And to light in us, a flame.

Sweet is the work, my God, my King,

To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;

To show thy love by morning light,

And talk of all thy truth at night.


Sweet is the day of sacred rest;

No mortal cares disturb my breast:

O may my heart in tune be found

Like David’s harp of solemn sound!


My heart shall triumph in the Lord,

And bless his works, and bless his word:

Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!

How keep thy counsels, how divine!


And I shall share a glorious part,

When grace has well refined my heart,

And fresh supplies of joy are shed,

Like holy oil to cheer my head.


Then shall I see, and hear, and know

All I desired and wished below;

And every power find sweet employ

In that eternal world of joy.

                                                                   Isaac Watts, 1674-1748

Lord of the worlds above,

How pleasant and how fair

The dwelling of thy love,

Thine earthly temples are!

To thine abode

My heart aspires

With warm desires

To see my God.


O happy souls that pray

Where God delights to hear!

O happy men that pay

Their constant service there!

They praise thee still,

And happy they

Who love the way

To Zion ’s hill!


They go from strength to strength,

Through this dark vale of tears,

Till each o’ercomes at length,

Till each in heaven appears:

O glorious seat!

Thou God, our king,

Shalt thither bring

Our willing feet.


God is our sun and shield,

Our light and our defence;

With gifts his hands are filled,

We draw our blessings thence:

He shall bestow

Upon our race

His saving grace,

And glory too.


The Lord his people loves;

His hand no good withholds

From those his heart approves,

From holy, humble souls:

Thrice happy he,

O lord of hosts,

Whose spirit trusts

Alone in thee!

                                                                   Isaac Watts, 1674-1748

Lift up your hearts!  We lift them, Lord, to thee;

Here at thy feet none other may we see;

Lift up your hearts! E’en so, with one accord,

We lift them up, we lift them to the Lord.


Above the level of the former years,

The mire of sin, the slough of guilty fears,

The mist of doubt, the blight of love’s decay,

O lord of light, lift all our hearts today!


Above the swamps of subterfuge and shame,

The deeds, the thoughts that honour may not name,

The halting tongue that dares not tell the whole,

O lord of truth, lift every Christian soul!


Lift every gift that thou thyself hast given;

Low lies the best till lifted up to heaven:

Low lie the bounding heart, the teeming brain,

Till, sent from God, they mount to God again.


Then, as the trumpet-call, in after years:

Lift up your hearts, rings pealing in our ears,

Still shall those hearts respond, with full accord:

We lift them up, we lift them to the Lord!

                                                          Henry Montagu Butler, 1833-1918

In memory of the saviour’s love

We keep the sacred feast,

Where every humble, contrite heart

Is made a welcome guest.


By faith we take the bread of life

With which our souls are fed,

The cup in token of his blood

That was for sinners shed.


Under his banner thus we sing

The wonders of his love,

And thus anticipate by faith

The heavenly feast above.  

                                                          Thomas Cotterill, 1779-1823

O Saviour, bless us ere we go;

Thy word into our minds instil;

And make our lukewarm hearts to glow

With lowly love and fervent will.

Through life’s long day and death’s dark night,

O gentle Jesus, be our light.


The day is done, its hours have run,

And thou hast taken count of all –

The scanty triumphs grace hath won,

The broken vow, the frequent fall.


Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways

True absolution and release;

And bless us, more than in past days,

With purity and inward peace.


Fall all we love, the poor, the sad,

The sinful, unto thee we call;

O let thy mercy make us glad;

Thou art our Jesus and our all.

                                                          Frederick William Faber, 1814-63

Blest are the humble souls that see

Their emptiness and poverty;

Treasures of grace to them are given,

And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.


Blest are the souls that long for grace,

Hunger and thirst for righteousness;

They shall be well supplied and fed

With living streams and living bread.


Blest are the poor, whose hearts are clean

From the defiling power of sin;

With endless pleasure they shall see

The god of spotless purity.


Blest are the sufferers who partake

Of pain and shame for Jesu’s sake;

Their souls shall triumph in the Lord;

Glory and joy are their reward.

                                                         Isaac Watts, 1674-1748

We love thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode,

The church our blest redeemer saved

With his own precious blood.


For her our tears shall fall,

For her our prayers ascend,

To her our cares and toils be given,

Till toils and cares shall end.


Beyond our highest joy

We prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise.


Jesus, thou friend divine,

Our saviour, and our king,

Thy hand from every snare and foe

Shall great deliverance bring.


Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,

And brighter bliss of heaven.

                                                                   Timothy Dwight, 1752-1817

O thou not made with hands,

Not throned above the skies,

Nor walled with shining walls,

Nor framed with stones of price,

More bright than gold or gem,

God’s own Jerusalem .


Where’er the gentle heart

Finds courage from above;

Where’er the heart forsook

Warms with the breath of love;

Where faith bids fear depart,

City of god, thou art.


Thou art where’er the proud

In humbleness melts down;

Where self itself yields up;

Where martyrs win their crown;

Where faithful souls possess

Themselves in perfect peace.


Where in life’s common ways

With cheerful feet we go;

Where in his steps we tread

Who trod the way of woe;

Where he is in the heart,

City of God , thou art.


Not throned above the skies,

Nor golden-walled afar.

But where Christ’s two or three

In his name gathered are,

Be in the midst of them

God’s own Jerusalem .  

                                                          Francis Turner Palgrave, 1824-97

Ten thousand times ten thousand,

In sparkling raiment bright,

The armies of the ransomed saints,

Throng up the steps of light;

‘tis finished, all is finished,

Their fight with death and sin;

Fling open wide the golden gates,

And let the victors in.


What rush of hallelujahs

Fills all the earth ad sky!

What ringing of a thousand harps

Bespeaks the triumph nigh!

O day for which creation

And all its tribes were made!

O joy, for all its former woes

A thousand-fold repaid!


O then what raptured greetings

On Canaan ’s happy shore,

What knitting severed friendships up

Where partings are no more!

Then eyes with joy shall sparkle

That brimmed with tears of late;

Orphans no longer fatherless,

Nor widows desolate.


Bring near thy great salvation,

Thou lamb for sinners slain;

Fill up the roll of thine elect,

Then take thy power and reign;

Appear, desire of nations –

Thine exiles long for home;

Show in the heaven thy promised sign;

Thou prince and saviour, come.  

                                                                   Henry Alford, 1810-71 

O God our father, who dost make us one,

Heart bound to heart, in love of thy dear son

Now as we part and go our several ways,

Touch every lip, may every voice be praise.


Praise for the fellowship that here we find,

The fellowship of heart and soul and mind,

Praise for the bonds of love and brotherhood,

Bonds wrought by thee, who makest all things good.


Lord, make us strong, for thou alone dost know

How oft we turn our faces from the foe;

How oft, when claimed by dark temptation’s hour

We lose our hold on thee, and of thy power.


Go with us, Lord, from hence; we only ask

That thou be sharer in our daily task;

So, side by side with thee, shall each one know

The blessedness of heaven begun below.

                                                William Vaughan Jenkins, 1868-1920

I love to hear the story

Which angel voices tell,

How once their king of glory

Came down on earth to dwell.

I am both weak and sinful,

But this I surely know;

The Lord came down to save me,

Because he loved me so.


I’m glad my blessed saviour

Was once a child like me,

To show how pure and holy

His little ones might be;

And if I try to follow

His footsteps here below,

He never will forsake me,

Because he loves me so.


To sing his love and mercy

My sweetest songs I’ll raise;

And though I cannot see him,

I know he hears my praise:

For he has kindly promised

That even I may go

To sing among his angels,

Because he loves me so.

                                                Emily Huntington Miller, 1833-1913

Jesus, tender shepherd, hear me;

Bless thy little lamb tonight;

Through the darkness be thou near me;

Keep me safe till morning light.


All this day thy hand has led me,

And I thank thee for thy care;

Thou hast clothed me, warmed and fed me;

Listen to my evening prayer.


Let my sins be all forgiven;

Bless the friends I love so well;

Take me, when I die, to heaven,

Happy there with thee to dwell.

                                                                   Mary Duncan 1814-40

Who would true valour see,

Let him come hither;

One here will constant be,

Come wind, come weather:

There’s no discouragement

Shall make him once relent

His first avowed intent

To be a pilgrim.


Who so beset him round

With dismal stories,

Do but themselves confound;

His strength the more is.

No lion can him fright.

He’ll with a giant fight,

But he will have a right

To be a pilgrim.


Hobgoblin nor foul fiend

Can daunt his spirit;

He knows me at the end

Shall life inherit.

Then fancies fly away;

He’ll fear not what men say:

He’ll labour night and day

To be a pilgrim.

                                                                   John Bunyan, 1628-88

Show me the way, O Lord,

And make it plain;

I would obey thy word,

Speak yet again;

I will not take one step until I know

Which way it is that thou wouldst have me go.


O lord, I cannot see!

Vouchsafe me light:

The mist bewilders me,

Impedes my sight:

Hold thou my hand, and lead me by thy sides;   

I dare not go alone: be thou my guide.


I will be patient, Lord,

Trustful and still;

I will not doubt thy word;

My hopes fulfil:

How can I perish, clinging to thy side,

My comforter, my saviour, and my guide?

                                                Jane Euphemia Saxby, 1811-98

A little child may know

Our father’s name of love;

‘tis written on the earth below,

and on the sky above.


Around me when I look,

His handiwork I see;

This world is like a picture book

To teach is name to me.


The thousand little flowers

Within our garden found,

The rainbow and the soft spring flowers,

And every pleasant sound.


The birds that sweetly sing,

The  moon that shines by night;

With every tiny living thing

Rejoicing in the light.


And every star above,

Set in the deep blue sky,

And tell me that our God is love,

All tell me he is nigh.

                                                          Jane Eliza Leeson, 1807-82

I dared not hope that thou wouldst deign to come

And make this lowly heart of mine thy home,

That thou wouldst deign, O king of kings, to be

E’en for one hour a sojourner in me;

Yet art thou always here to help, and bless

And lift the load of my great sinfulness.


I dared not ever hope for such a guide

To walk with me my faltering steps beside

To help me when I fall, and, when I stray,

Constrain me gently to the better way:

Yet art thou always at my side to be

A counsellor and comforter to me.


I do not always go where thou dost lead,

I do not always thy soft whispers heed;

I follow other lights, and, in my sin,

I vex with many a slight my friend within:

Yet dost thou not, though grieved, from me depart,

But guardest still thy place within my heart.

                                                                   Edwin Hatch, 1835-89

Jesus meek and gentle,

Son of God most high,

Pitying, loving saviour,

Hear thy children’s cry.


Pardon our offences,

Loose our captive chains,

Break down every idol

Which our soul detains.


Give us holy freedom,

Fill our hearts with love,

Draw us, holy Jesus,

To the realms above.


Lead us on our journey,

Be thyself the way

Through earth’s passing darkness

To heaven’s endless day.


Jesus, meek and gentle,

Son of God most high,

Pitying, loving saviour,

Hear thy children’s cry.

                                                George Rundle Prynne 1818-1903

God has given us a book full of stories,

Which was made for his people of old,

It begins with the tale of a garden,

And ends with the city of gold.


But the best is the story of Jesus,

Of the babe with the ox in the stall,

Of the song that was sung by the angels,

The most beautiful story of all.


There are stories for parents and children,

For the old who are ready to rest,

But for all who can read them or listen,

The story of Jesus is best.


For it tells how he came from the father,

His far-away children to call,

To bring the lost sheep to their shepherd,

The most beautiful story of all.

                                                Maria Matilda Penstone, 1859-1910

Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom

Lead thou me on!

The night is dark, and I am far from home;

Lead thou me on!

Keep thou my feet; I do  not ask to see

The distant scene: one step enough for me.


I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou

Shouldst lead me on,

I loved to choose and see my path, but now

Lead thou me on!

I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,

Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.


So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still

Will lead me on

O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till

The night is gone;

And with the morn those angel faces smile

Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

                                                          John Henry Newman, 1801-90

O happy band of pilgrims,

If onward ye will tread,

With Jesus as your fellow,

To Jesus as your head!


O happy if ye labour

As Jesus did for men:

O happy if ye hunger

As Jesus hungered then!


The cross that Jesus carried,

He carried as your due:

The crown that Jesus weareth,

He weareth it for you.


The faith by which ye see him,

The hope in which ye yearn,

The love that through all troubles

To him alone will turn.


The trials that beset you,

The sorrows ye endure,

The manifold temptations

That death alone can cure:


What are they but his jewels

Of right celestial worth?

What are they but the ladder

Set up to heaven on earth?


O happy band of pilgrims,

Look forward to the skies,

Where such a light affliction

Shall win you such a prize.

                                                                   John Mason Neale, 1818-66; 

Based on Joseph, the Hymnographer, 9th cent. 

 verses 3 and 4 only

We would be one in hatred of all wrong

One in our love of all things sweet and fair,

One with the joy that breaketh into song,

One with the grief that trembleth into prayer,

One in the power that makes the children free

To follow truth, and thus to follow thee.


O clothe us with thy heavenly armour, Lord,

Thy trusty shield, thy sword of love divine;

Our inspiration be thy constant word;

We ask no victories that are not thine:

Give or withhold, let pain or pleasure be:

Enough to know that we are serving thee.

                                                John White Chadwick, 1840-1904

Lord, it belongs not to my care

Whether I die or live;

To love and serve thee is my share,

And this thy grace must give.


If life be long, I will be glad

That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad,

To soar to endless day?


Christ leads me through no darker rooms

Than he went through before;

He that into God’s kingdom comes

Must enter by this door.


Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet,

Thy blessed face to see;

For if thy work on earth be sweet,

What will thy glory be?


Then shall I end my sad complaints,

And weary, sinful days,

And join with the triumphant saints

That sing Jehovah’s praise.


My knowledge of that life is small,

The eye of faith is dim;

But ‘tis enough that Christ knows all

And I shall be with him.  

                                                          Richard Baxter, 1615-91

Jerusalem , my happy home,

Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labours have an end,

In joy, and peace, and thee?


When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls

And pearly gates behold,

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold?


There happier bowers than Eden ’s bloom,

Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes

I onward press to you.


Why should I shrink at pain and woe,

Or feel, at death, dismay?

I’ve Canaan ’s goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.


Apostles, martyrs, prophets there

 Around my saviour stand;

And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band.


Jerusalem , my happy home,

My soul still pants for thee!

Then shall my labours have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.

                                                          Joseph Bromehead, 1748-1826

Verses 4 and 5

Man shall love man, with heart as pure,

And fervent as the young-eyed throng

Who chant their heavenly psalms before

God’s face with undiscordant song.


New arts shall bloom of loftier mould,

And mightier music thrill the skies,

And every life shall be a song,

When all the earth is paradise.

                                                          John Addington Symonds, 1840-93 

Jesus, with thy church abide;

Be her saviour, Lord, and guide,

While on earth her faith is tried:

We beseech thee, hear us.


Keep her life and doctrine pure;

Grant her patience to ensure,

Trusting in thy promise sure;

We beseech thee, hear us.


May her voice be ever clear,

Warning of a judgement near,

Telling of a saviour dear:

We beseech thee, near us.


All her fettered powers release;

Bid all strife and envy cease;

Grant the heavenly gift of peace:

We beseech thee, hear us.


May she guide the poor and blind,

Seek the lost until she find,

And the broken-hearted bind:

We beseech thee, hear us.


May her lamp of truth be bright;

Bid her bear aloft its light

Through the realms of heathen night:

We beseech thee, hear us.


May she holy triumphs win,

Overthrow the hosts of sin,

Gather all the nations in:

We beseech thee, hear us.

                                                Thomas Benson Pollock, 1836-96

Stand up, stand up for Jesus!

Ye soldiers of the cross;

Lift high his royal banner:

It must not suffer loss,

From victory unto victory

His army shall he lead,

Till every foe is vanquished

And Christ is lord indeed.


Stand up, stand up for Jesus!

The trumpet-call obey;

Forth to the mighty conflict

In this his glorious day!

Ye that are men, now serve him

Against unnumbered foes;

Let courage rise with danger,

And strength to strength oppose.


Stand up, stand up for Jesus!

Stand in his strength alone:

The arm of flesh will fail you;

Ye dare not trust your own.

Put on the Christian’s armour,

And watching unto prayer,

Where duty calls or danger,

Be never wanting there.


Stand up, stand up for Jesus!

The strife will not be long;

This day the noise of battle,

The next the victor’s song.

To him that ovrecometh

A crown of life shall be;

He with the king of glory,

Shall reign eternally.

                                                          George Duffield, 1818-88

Christ, from whom all blessings flow,

Perfecting the saints below,

Hear us, who thy nature share,

Who thy mystic body are.


Join us, in one spirit join,

Let us still receive of thine;

Still for more on thee we call,

Thou who fillest all in all.


Move, and activate, and guide:

Divers gifts to each divide;

Placed according to thy will,

Let us all our work fulfil.


Sweetly may we all agree,

Touched with loving sympathy:

Kindly for each other care;

Every member feel its share.


Love, like death, hath all destroyed,

Rendered all distinctions void;

Names, and sects, and parties fall:

Thou, O Christ, art all in all.

                                                                   Charles Wesley, 1707-88 

O God of mercy, God of might,

In love and pity infinite,

Teach us, as ever in thy sight,

To live our life to thee.


And thou, who cam’st on earth to die,

That fallen man might live thereby,

O hear us, for thee we cry,

In hope, O Lord, to thee.


Teach us the lesson thou hast taught,

To feel for those thy blood hath bought,

That every word and deed and thought,

May work in strength for thee.


For all are brethren, far and wide,

Since thou, O Lord, for all hat died:

Then teach us, whatsoe’er betide,

To love them all in thee.


In sickness, sorrow, want, or care,

What’er it be, ‘tis ours to share;

May we, where help is needed, there

Give help as unto thee.


And may thy holy spirit move

All those who live, to live in love,

Till thou shalt greet in heaven above

All those who live to thee.

                                                          Godfrey Thring, 1823-1903

O Jesus, we are well and strong,

And we can run about and play;

But there are children who are sick,

And have to lie in bed all day.


We thank thee for our health and strength;

And, loving Lord, we pray thee bless

The children who are weak and ill

And suffer pain and weariness.


Lord, give us thoughtful, loving hearts,

Show us kind deeds which may be done

By us, for Jesu’s sake, to help

Some sad or suffering little one.

                                                Edith Florence Boyle Macalister, 1873

Heavenly father, thou hast brought us safely to the present day,

Gently leading on our footsteps, watching o’er us all the way.

Friend and guide through life’s long journey, grateful hearts to thee we bring;

But for love so true and changeless how shall we fit praises sing?


Mercies new and never-failing brightly shine through all the past,

Watchful care and loving-kindness always near from first to last,

Tender love, diving protection ever with us day and night;

Blessings more than we can number strow the path with golden light.


Shadows deep have crossed our pathway; we have trembled in the storm;

Clouds have gathered round so darkly that we could not see they form:

Yet thy love hath never left us in our griefs alone to be,

And the help each gave the other was the strength that came from thee.


Many that we loved have left us, reaching first their journey’s end;

Now they wait to give us welcome, brother, sister, child, and friend.

When at last our journey’s over, and we pass away from sight,

Father, take us through the darkness into everlasting light.

                             Hester Periam Hawkins: Home Hymn Book, 1885

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim through this barren land;

I am weak, but thou art mighty;

Hold me with they powerful hand:

Bread of heaven!

Feed me now and evermore.


Open thou the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing stream shall flow;

Let the fiery, cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through:

Strong deliverer!

Be thou still my help and shield.

                                                          William Williams , 1717-91

verse 1 only

From thee all skill and science flow,

All pity, care, and love,

All calm and courage, faith and hope:

O pour them from above;

And part them, Lord, to each and all,

As each and all shall need,

To rise like incense, each to thee,

In noble thought and deed.  

                                                                   Charles Kingsley 1819-75

O Christ, our God, who with thine own hast been,

Our spirits cleave to thee, the friend unseen.


Vouchsafe that all, who on thy bounty feed

May heed thy love and prize thy gifts indeed.


Make every heart that is thy dwelling-place

A watered garden filled with fruits of grace.


Each holy purpose help us to fulfil;

Increase our faith to feed upon thee still.


Illuminate our minds that we may see

In all around us holy signs of thee.


And may such witness in our lives appear,

That all may know thou hast been with us here.


So shalt thou be for ever, loving lord,

Our shield and our exceeding great reward.

                                                          George Hugh Bourne, 1840-1928

The fields are all white,

And the reapers are few;

We children are willing,

But what can we do

To work for our lord in his harvest?


Our hands are so small,

And our words are so weak:

We cannot teach others;

How then shall we seek

To work for our lord in his harvest?


We’ll work by our prayers,

By the offerings we bring,

By small self-denials;

The least little thing

May work for our lord in his harvest:


Until by and by,

As the years pass, at length

We too may be reapers,

And go forth in strength,

To work for our lord in his harvest.

                                      The Book of Praise for Children, 1881

God the father, be thou near,

Save from every harm tonight;

Make us all thy children dear,

In the darkness be our light.


God the saviour, be our peace,

Put away our sins tonight;

Speak the word of full release,

Turn our darkness into light.


Holy spirit, deign to come,

Sanctify us all tonight;

In our hearts prepare thy home,

Turn our darkness into light.


Holy trinity, be nigh;

Mystery of love adored,

Help to live, and help to die,

Lighten all our darkness, Lord!

                                                          George Rawson, 1807-89

Please note

In the following extracts from the letters of St Paul, I should like to explain that, rather than copying out one part after the other in full,  I have selected sentences, or parts of sentences (or even phrases only) and joined them together in such a way that, in my own opinion, the most important points, together with the greatest clarity and attractiveness of expression, have been made evident.

Further to this, I have used four modern translations of the Bible, so that the most effective and appropriate words could be used, in order to give added quality to the final result.

                                                                             31 Oct 1979

P.S.  Further extracts from these letters can be found in my other books.  I have indicated where on the appropriate pages.

Note 1:- all these extracts are chosen from 4 modern translations of the Bible

See also Book 1 (pages 30 and 71) and Book 2 (pages 37 and 38)

St Paul , writing to the Romans, indicates that faith guarantees salvation, and brings peace with God (written A.D.57)

It is not easy to die, even for a good man – though, of course, for someone really worthy, a man might be prepared to die – but what proves that God loves us is that Christ died for us while we were sinners.  Having died to make us righteous, is it likely that he would now fail to save us from God'’ anger?  Now that we have become God’s friends, surely we may count on being saved by the life of his son?  But that is not all; we rejoice because we are filled with a happy trust in God, through our Lord Jesus Christ.  Through whom we have now been granted reconciliation.

St. Paul sends greetings in his 1st letter to the Corinthians (A.D.57)

See also Book 1 (page 24) and Book 3 (page 114)

( Corinth was a great cosmopolitan Greek city, noted for its thriving commerce, proud culture, widespread immorality and variety of religions).

I, Paul, appointed by God to be an apostle, send greetings to the church of God in Corinth ; to the holy people of God, who are called to take their place among all the saints everywhere who worship our Lord Jesus Christ; for he is their lord no less than ours.  May God our father and the Lord Jesus Christ give you grace and peace.

I never stop thanking God because of the graces you have received through Christ Jesus.  I thank him that you have been enriched in so many ways, especially in your teachers and preachers; the witness to Christ has indeed been strong among you, so that you will not be without any of the gifts of the spirit.  God has called you into fellowship with his son, Jesus Christ; and God is to be trusted.

Paul points out the true wisdom and the false

For Christ sent me to tell you the good news.  The language of the cross may be nonsense to those who are not on the way to salvation, but those of us who are on the way see it as God’s power to save.

And so, while the Jews demand miracles for proof, and the Greeks look for wisdom; here are we preaching a crucified Christ; to the Jews an obstacle that they cannot get over, to the Gentiles foolishness, but yet to those who have been called, whether they are Jews or Greeks, a Christ who is the power and the wisdom of God.  For what seems to be God’s foolishness is wiser than man’s wisdom, and what seems to be God’s weakness is stronger than man’s strength.  No, it was to shame the wise that God chose what is foolish by human standards, and to shame what is powerful that he chose what the world counts as weakness; those whom the world thinks low and contemptible are the ones that God has chosen – those who are nothing at all, to show up those who are everything.  By God’s doing, Christ Jesus has become our wisdom, our virtue, and our holiness and freedom.

Wisdom from the spirit

The spirit reaches the depths of everything, even the deep things of God’s own nature.  The thoughts of God can only be known by the spirit of God.  We have received the spirit that comes from God, to teach us to understand the gifts that he has given us.  Therefore, we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom, but in words taught by the spirit; expressing spiritual truths in spiritual words.  An unspiritual person is one who does not accept anything of the things that come from the spirit of God; for they are foolishness to him, and he cannot understand them because they can only be understood by means of the spirit.  The man gifted with the spirit, on the other hand, is able to judge the value of everything, but he himself is not subject to any man’s judgment.

Paul and his followers have to suffer for their faith

To this day, we go hungry and thirsty, and w are in rags; we re beaten, and have no homes; we wear ourselves out with hard work.  When were are cursed, we answer with a blessing; when we are persecuted, we endure it; we are slandered, and we answer politely.  Up to this moment we are treated as the dregs of humanity – the scum of the earth.

Gifts from the Holy Spirit

There is a variety of spiritual gifts, but always the same spirit; there are different kinds of service to be done, but always the same lord.  Working in all sorts of different ways in different people, it is the same God who is working in all of them.  The particular way in which the spirit is given to each person is for the good of all.  One may have the gift of speaking with wisdom given him by the spirit; another may be granted faith, and another the gift of healing; another again, the power of miracles; another the ability to tell the difference between gifts that come from the spirit and those that do not.  All these are the work of one and the same spirit, who distributes different gifts to different people at will.

Now each of you together are Christ’s body; but each of you is a different part of it, and have your different parts to play.  Never give in then, my dear brothers, never admit defeat; keep on working at the Lord’s work always, knowing that, in the Lord, you cannot be labouring in vain.


In his introduction to the second letter to the Corinthians (A.D.57), St Paul sends consolations, and gives thanks to the God of all comfort

See also Book Two (page 29)

From Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, to the church of God in Corinth , together with all the saints throughout Achaia.  Grace and peace to you from God our father and the lord Jesus Christ.  Praise be to the God and father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the father of compassion and the God from whom all help comes; who comforts us in all our sorrows, so that tin turn we can offer to console others in their sorrows; using the same help we ourselves have received from God.  For, just as we have a share in Christ’s sufferings, so also through Christ we share in God’s comfort.  If we are distressed it is the price we pay for your salvation.  When, instead, we are comforted, then you are consoled and given the strength to endure with patience.  So our hope for you is firm, since we know that,  just as you share in our sufferings, you also hare in the help we receive.

The trials and hopes of the apostolate

We are in difficulties on all sides, but never overwhelmed: sometimes in doubt, but not in despair; persecuted, but never without a friend.  And though badly hurt at times, we are not destroyed.  Throughout our lives we are always in danger of death for the sake of Jesus, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal bodies.

We know that God, who raised the Lord Jesus to life, will also raise us up with Jesus in our turn, and will bring us with you into his presence.  Indeed, it is for your sake that all things are ordered, so that, as the abounding grace of God is reaching more and more people, the more prayers of thanksgiving there will be to the glory of God.

Living by faith

Therefore, we never become discouraged.  Even though our physical being is wasting away, and our spiritual being is renewed day after day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us a tremendous and eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our attention not on the things that are seen, but on what Is unseen.  What is visible passes away; what is invisible lasts for ever.

Friendship with God through Christ

When anyone is united to Christ, there is a new being.  The old order has gone, and the new has already begun.  It is all done by God, who has reconciled us to himself through Christ.  Our message is that God is making all mankind his friends through Christ; not holding men’s faults against them.  We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors; it is as if God were appealing through us.  In Christ’s name we implore you, let God change you from his enemies into his friends.

Christ was innocent of sin, and yet for our sake God made him share our sin in order that in union with him we might be made one with the goodness of God himself.  We urge you not to neglect the grace of God that you have received.


Good wishes and recommendations

And now, my friends, farewell; we wish you happiness.  Aim for perfection; help one another, be of one mind.  Live in peace, and the God of love and peace will be with you.  Greet one another with a holy kiss.  All God’s people send you their greetings.

May the grace of the lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.


Paul writes to the Ephesians (A.D.61-63), and sends spiritual blessings in Christ

See also Book One (page 88)

Praise be to God the father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has bestowed on us all the spiritual blessings of heaven in Christ.  Because of his love God had already decided that we should become his adopted sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will.  Let us praise God or the glory of the gracious gift he gave us in his dear son; in whom we have forgiveness of sins and freedom.  How great is the grace of God which he has lavished on us, imparting full wisdom and understanding.  He has made known to us the secret plan he had already decided to fulfil by means of Christ.  This plan which God will complete when the time is right, is to bring all creation together into a unity with Christ as Head.  And God chose us to be his own people, for this greater glory. You too became God’s people when you heard the message of truth, the good news that brought you salvation.  You believed in Christ, and God gave you the promised holy spirit.  That spirit is the guarantee that we shall receive what God has pledged to give to his people.  And this confirms to us that God will give complete freedom to those who are his own.

Paul’s prayer for spiritual illumination

May the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the all glorious father, give you spiritual wisdom, so that you may know him better.  I pray that your minds may be enlightened, so that you will know the hope to which he has called you; and his incomparable power at work in us who trust him.

God placed all things beneath Christ’s feet, and appointed him as head of the church; which is his body, God’s entire fullness.

Salvation in Christ

Because of his great love for us and his abundant mercy, God made us alive with Christ even while we were spiritually dead through our sins.  And God will raise us up with Christ, and will seat us with him in heaven.

In our union with Christ, God has appointed us to devote ourselves to the good works which he intended us to do by grace.  For it is by grace that we are saved; and grace is God’s gift to us.

Reconciliation of the Jews and the Gentiles with each other and with God

In Christ Jesus, you who once were far apart from us have been brought very close by the shedding of his blood.  For he himself is our peace.  Thus you Gentiles are no longer foreigners or strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people: and you too are being built together into a spiritual dwelling with God.

Jews and Gentiles are one in Christ

By reading my words, you will be able to understand my insight into the mystery of Christ.  This mystery, which was not made known to mankind in past generations, has now been revealed by the spirit to God’s holy apostles and prophets.  The mystery is that Gentiles now have a part with the Jews in God’s blessings; part of the same body, and sharers together in the same promise that God made through Christ Jesus.

I became a servant of the gospel by a gift of grace from God who gave it to me through the working of his power.  I, who am less than the least of all God’s people have been entrusted with this special privilege of proclaiming to the Gentiles the infinite riches of Christ.  We approach God in complete confidence born of trust in him.  I ask you, then, not to be discouraged because of the trials I go through for you, indeed they are all for your benefit.

Paul’s prayer for the Ephesians

This, then, is what I pray, kneeling before the father.  Out of his infinite glory, may he give you the power through his spirit to be strong in your inner selves, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and then, rooted and established in love, you will, with all God’s people, have strength to grasp the breadth and the length, the height and the depth of the love of Christ, so that you may be filled with the very nature of God, which is beyond all knowledge.  Now to him whose power, working in us, can do infinitely more than we can ask or conceive.  To him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus for all time.

Unity in the body of Christ

I urge you, then, to live worthy of the calling you have received.  Bear with one another charitably, in complete selflessness, gentleness and patience.  Make every effort to hold fast with bonds of peace the unity which the spirit gives.  There is one body, and one spirit; just as there is also one hope held out in God’s call to you.  There is one lord, one faith, one baptism, and one God who is father of all, over all, land within all.

To each one of us grace has been given by Christ.  It was he who gave gifts to mankind, and these were his gifts: some to be apostles, others prophets, some evangelists, and some to be pastors and teachers.  He did this to prepare God’s people for work in his service; building up the body of Christ until we all reach unity in our faith, and in our knowledge of the son of God; becoming mature people reaching to the very height of Christ’s full stature. So shall we grow in all ways into the likeness of Christ, building ourselves up in love.

The new life in Christ

You must give up your old way of life; you must put aside your old self, and be made new in mind and spirit, so that you can put on the new self that has been created in God’s likeness.  Therefore, each of you must put off falsehood, and speak truthfully to one another. Even if you are angry you must not sin.  Never have any bitterness, or bad feelings towards each other; be kind and helpful, compassionate and friendly; forgiving each other readily as God forgave you in Christ.  Since you are God’s children, you must try to be like him.  Your life must be controlled by love.  Try to learn what pleases the lord, be filled with the spirit.  When you are together sing the psalms and hymns with praise in your hearts.

Final Salutation

May you be granted peace, love and faith. May God’s grace be with all who love our lord Jesus Christ with undying devotion.

(Extracts) (This was written while Paul was in prison)

Paul’s letter to the Philippians (AD56-57)

A thanksgiving and a prayer

See also Book 1 pages 22 and 26

I thank my God whenever I think of you.  In my prayers for you I always pray with joy remembering how you have helped me to spend the good news from the day you first heard it right up to the present.  It is only natural that I should feel this way towards you all, because you hold me in such affection; for, whether I am in prison or defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God’s grace with me.  God is my witness that I long for all of you, loving you as Christ Jesus loves you.  My prayer is that your love for each other may increase more and more, and never stop improving your knowledge and deepening your perception, so that you may always recognise what is best.  This will help you to become pure and without blame, and prepare you for the day when you will be filled with the perfect goodness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God.

Paul’s confidence in the loyalty of his friends, and in his own steadfastness in the face of hardship and distress

I want you to know, friends, that what has happened to me has really been a help in advancing the gospel.  My being imprisoned in Christ’s cause has given most of the brothers more confidence so that they re getting more courageous, announcing the message without any fear.

Through your prayers and the help given by the spirit of Jesus, my one hope and trust is that I shall never have to admit defeat, but that now as always I shall have sufficient courage to bring honour to Christ.  Whatever happens, conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the good news of Christ’s; then, whether I come and see you, or only hear from you, I shall know that you are standing firm with one common purpose; and that, with only one desire, you are fighting together with firm resistance, untied by your love for the faith of the gospel, and quite unshaken by your enemies.

God has given you the privilege, not only of believing in Christ, but of suffering for him as well.  You and I are together in the same fight.  As you will have heard, I am still fighting.

Paul gives the Philippians a personal account of his life, and urges them to press on towards salvation in Christ

I was born of the race of Israel and of the tribe of Benjamin, a Hebrew born of Hebrew parents.  I was a Pharisee, and I was a persecutor of the Church.  But because of Christ, I came to believe that nothing can happen that will outweigh the supreme advantage of knowing him.  I crave only the perfection that comes through faith in Christ, and is from God.  All I want is to know Christ and the power of his resurrection, and to share in his sufferings.  I do not claim that I have already reached perfection, although I keep striving to win the prize for which Christ Jesus captured me.  I forget the past and reach out for that which lies ahead; I press on towards the goal, to win the prize, which is God’s call through Christ Jesus to the life above.

If there is any point on which you see things differently, God will make it clear to you; meanwhile let us go forward on the road that has brought us to where we are.  Be united in following my rule of life, brothers, and take as your models those who live according to the pattern we give you.  For us, our homeland is in heaven, and we eagerly await a saviour from there, the Lord Jesus Christ.  So then, my dear friends, do not give way, but remain faithful in the Lord.  How I miss you!  How happy you make me, and how proud I am of you!  I rejoice greatly in the Lord.  There is nothing I cannot master with the help of the one who gives me strength.

Final greetings

My greetings to each one of God’s people who belong to Christ Jesus.  My brothers here with me send their greetings.  All the saints send you their greetings, especially those who belong to Caesar’s household.  May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.


Paul’s letter to the Galatians (A.D.57/58)

Galatia was a Roman province in Asia Minor

See also Book One (page 34)

The Address

From Paul an apostle who call to be a preacher did not come from man or by means of man, but from Jesus Christ, and from God the father who raised Jesus from death.

All the brothers here join me in sending greetings to the churches of Galatia .  We wish you the grace and peace of the Lord Jesus Christ, who, in order to rescue us from this present evil age, sacrificed himself for our sins, in obedience to the will of God, to whom be glory for every.

God’s call to Paul

I want you to know, brothers, that the gospel I preach is not of human origin.  I did not receive it from any man.  It was Jesus Christ himself who revealed it to me.  You have herd what my manner of life was when I was still a practising Jew; how savagely I persecuted the church of God and tried to destroy it.  But god in his grace chose me and called me to serve him, and chose to reveal his son in me, so that I might proclaim the good news about him to the Gentiles.

Now I can live for God; and I live now, not with my own life, but with the life of Christ who lives in me.  The life I now live in this body I live in faith: faith in the Son of God who loved me and gave his life for me.

Sons of God through faith

You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were united with Christ in baptism have been clothed with the life of Christ himself.  Therefore there are no distinctions between Jew and Gentile, slave and freeman, male and female.  All of you are one in union with Christ Jesus.  The proof that you are sons of God is that he has sent the spirit of his son into our hearts, so you are no longer a slave, but a son;; and since you are his son, God has made you also an heir.

In the past you did not know God, but now that you have come to know him, how can you want to go back to elemental things that can do nothing and give nothing?

Exhortation to preserve freedom by faith in Christ

When Christ feed us, he meant us to remain free, stand firm, then, as free people, and do not allow yourselves to be burdened again by slavery.

Our hope is that w can attain the righteousness which we eagerly await, by the power of God’s spirit working through our faith.  The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.

Final address

Peace and mercy to all who follow Christ, and the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.  Amen.


The letter of Paul to the Church at Colossae (Colossians) A.D.61-63

( Colossae was a town in Asia Minor )

Prayer of thanksgiving

See also Book One (page 89)

We have never failed to remember you in our prayers, and to give thanks for you to God; the father of our Lord Jesus Christ; for we have heard of you faith in Christ Jesus, and of your love for all God’s people.

The good news which has reached you is spreading throughout the world; everywhere it is growing, just as it has been doing among you ever since the day you first herd about God’s grace, and understood it in all of its truth.

We ask God that through perfect wisdom and spiritual understanding you should reach the fullest knowledge of this will.  So you will be able to live a life worthy of the Lord, and entirely pleasing to him.  Showing the results in every good work and increasing your knowledge of God.  May you be made strong with all the strength which comes from his glorious power, so that you may be able to endure everything with fortitude, patience and joy; thanking the father who has made it possible for you to join the saints and with them to share what God has reserved for his people in the kingdom of light.  For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the son that he loves: and in him, we gain our freedom, the forgiveness of our sins.

The sovereignty of Christ

Christ is the visible likeness of the unseen God.  He is the first born son, superior to all created things. God wanted all perfection to be found in him, and all things to be reconciled through him by his death on the cross. How you are able to appear before him holy, pure and blameless – as long as you persevere and stand firm on the solid base of the faith, never letting yourselves drift away from the hope offered in the gospel, which you have herd, and of which, I, Paul have become a servant. I became a servant in the church when God made me responsible for delivering his message to you in its fullness.

Christ among you, is your hope of glory to come.  So we reach Christ to all people.  We instruct them in the ways of wisdom, so that we may present everyone as mature individuals in union with Christ.  So then, just as you have received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him; rooted and built up in him, strengthened by the faith you have been taught.  You were at one time spiritually dead because of your sins.  But God has now brought you to true life with Christ, he has forgiven us all our sins.  Therefore you must set your hearts and minds on heavenly things, rather than the things of earth.

General rules of Christian behaviour

You must put to death everything in you that belongs only to earthly life: immorality, indecency, lust, evil desires and greed; this is the sort of behaviour that makes God angry.  Now you must give these things up as well: hateful feelings, being bad-tempered, spitefulness, abusive language, malice, slander and lying.  You have taken off your old self with its habits, and have put on a new nature which is being constantly renewed in the image of its creator.

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.  Be tolerant with each other, and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another, over all these virtues put on love, which binds them together in perfect unity.  And may the peace of Christ reign in your hearts, because it is for this that you were called together as members of one body.

Let the message of Christ dwell in you in all its richness.  Teach and counsel each other with all wisdom.  Sing to God, psalms, hymns and sacred songs with thanksgiving.  And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the father.

Wives, be subject to your husbands, for that is what you should do as Christians.  Husbands, love your wives and do not be harsh with them.  Children, be obedient to your parents always, for that is what pleases the lord.  Parents, never embitter your children, for fear that they may become disheartened.

Workmen, whatever your work is put your whole heart into it, as if you were doing it for the Lord and not for men, knowing that the lord will repay you by making you his heirs.  For Christ is the real master you serve.  Every wrongdoer will be repaid in kind; and there is no favouritism.  Employers, make sure that your workmen are given what is just and fair, knowing that you too have a master in heaven.

Be persevering in your prayers, and keep alert as you pray, giving thanks to God, and pray for us too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ, for that indeed is why I am now in prison.

Be tactful with those who are not Christians, and be sure you make the best use of your time with them.  Talk to them agreeably and try to fit your answers to the needs of each one.

Final Greeting

Epaphras, your fellow citizen, sends his greetings; this servant of Christ Jesus never stops battling for you, praying that you will never lapse but always hold perfectly and securely to the will of God.  I can testify to his hard work.  Our dear friend, Luke, the Doctor, sends greetings. Remember the duty entrusted to you in the Lord’s service and try to carry it out to the full.

I, Paul, write this greetings in my own hands.  Remember the chains I wear.  May God’s grace be with you.


The first letter of Paul to the church in Thessalonika (A.D.50-51)

Thessalonica was the capital city of the Roman province of Macedonia .  Paul established a church there after he left Philippi

Thanksgiving and congratulations for the Thessalonian’s faith

We always mention you in our prayers and thank God for you all, and constantly remember before God our father how you have put your faith into practice, worked for love, and persevered through hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.

We know that God loves you, for when we brought the good news to you, it came to you not only as words, but also with power and with the holy spirit, and with deep conviction. The welcome you gave the message meant great opposition and grave suffering for you.  Yet you rejoiced in the holy spirit.  This has made you a unique example to all believers.  The Lord’s message rang out from you, and your faith in God has become known everywhere.  We have heard how you broke with idolatry when you were converted, and became servants of the true and living God.

Paul’s work in Thessalonica

You know yourselves, my brothers, that our visit to you was not fruitless. We had, as you know, been given rough treatment and been grossly insulted at Philippi , and it was our God who gave us the courage to declare his good news to you in the face of great opposition.

We have not taken to preaching because we are trying to deceive anyone, or because we have impure motives; nor are we trying to delude or trick anyone.  Instead we always speak as God wants us to, because he has judged us worthy to be entrusted with his message.  And when we are speaking we are not trying to please men but God, who can read our inmost thoughts.  You know very well, and we can swear it before God, that never at any time have our speeches been simple flattery, or a cover for trying to get money; nor have we ever looked for any praise from men, either from you or anyone else.

Because of our love for you we were ready to share with you not only the word of God, but our whole lives as well.  You are witnesses, and so is God, that our conduct towards  you who became believers has been impeccably right and fair.  You can remember how we treated every one of you, teaching you what was right, encouraging you and appealing to you to live a life worthy of God, who is calling you to share the glory of his kingdom.

And we also thank God continually because when you receive the word of God, which you heard from us, you accepted it; not as the word of man, but as it actually is, the word of God, which is still a living power in you who believe it.

Paul’s concern for the Thessalonians

A short time after we had been separated from you, we had an especially strong desire and longing to see you again, and we tried hard to come and visit you; I, myself, tried to return more than once, but was prevented.  Who do you think is our pride and joy?  You are; it is you indeed who are our hope and our glory.

When we were with you we told you that we were bound to suffer hardship; and that is exactly what happened.  That is why I could not bear to wait any longer.  I sent to assure myself of your faith; I was afraid that in some way the tempter might have tried you too hard, and all our work might have been in vain.

Paul thanks God for Timothy’s encouraging report of the Thessalonians

Timothy has arrived back with good news of your faith and love, telling us that you always think kindly of us, and that you want to see us; as we also long to see you.  And so, friend, your faith has been a great comfort to us in all our distress and suffering; now we can really live again, since you are still holding firm in the lord. How can we thank God enough for you, for all the joy we feel before our God on your account?  We are earnestly praying night and day that we may see you again, and give you any help you may need in your faith.

Now may God our father himself and our Lord Jesus make it easy or us to come to you; and may you love one another and everyone else as much as we love you.  And may you be given inner strength so that you may be perfect ad holy in the sight of our God and father.

Live a life that pleases God

And now, friends, we urge you in the Lord Jesus to make more and more progress in the kind of life that you are meant to live: the life that God wants.

As for loving our brothers, there is no need for anyone to write to you about that, for you yourselves have learnt from God how you should love each other, and in fact this is what you are doing throughout the whole of Macedonia .  However, we do beg you, friends, to go on making even greater progress.  Make it your aim to live a quiet life, attending to your own business and earning your own living, just as we told you to.  In this way you will win the respect of those outside the church.

Closing prayer and farewell

May the God of peace make you holy in every way, and may you all be kept free from every fault.  God has called you and he will not fail you.

Pray for us, my friends, and greet all the believers with the kiss of peace.   I adjure you, in the Lord’s name, to have this letter read to all the brothers.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.


The second letter of Paul to the church of Thessalonika (A.D.50-51)


From Paul, Silvanus and Timothy, to the people of the church of Thessalonica , wishing you grace and peace from God the father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

Thanksgiving and encouragement under trials

Our thanks are always due to God for you, my friends; it is right that we should thank him, because your faith is growing more and more, and the love that you have for each other never stops increasing.  Therefore, among God’s churches we can take special pride in you for your constancy and steadfastness under all the persecutions and troubles you have to bear.  This brings out the justice of God’s judgement, and proves that you are worthy of his kingdom; it is for the sake of this that you are suffering.  God will reward you with the same peace that he gives us.

We pray constantly that our God may count you worthy of his calling, and by his power fulfil every good purpose of yours and every act inspired by faith.  In this way, the name of our Lord Jesus will be glorified in you and you in him.

My friends, never tire of doing what is right.  It may be that someone there will not obey the message we send you, but you are not to regard him as an enemy, rather you should give him friendly advice and treat him as a brother in need of correction.

Farewell wishes

Now, may the Lord himself, who is our source of comfort, give you peace at all times in every way.  The Lord be with you all.

I, Paul, write this greeting in my own handwriting, which is the mark of genuineness in every letter, may the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.


The first letter of Paul to Timothy (A.D.65)

(Timothy, a young Christian from Asia Minor, was the son of a Jewish mother and a Greek father.  He became a companion an assistant to Paul in his missionary work)


From Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus, to Timothy, my true child in the faith.  Grace, mercy and peace to you from God the father and from Christ Jesus our Lord.

Paul’s gratitude to Christ

I thank Christ Jesus who has given me strength for my work, and who judged me worthy to be called into his service, even though I was once a persecutor an a blasphemer, and did all I could to injure and discredit the faith.  Mercy, however, was shown me because, until I became a believer, I had been acting in ignorance; but the grace of our Lord filled me with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus.  Here is a trustworthy saying that merits full acceptance: that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.  I, myself, am the greatest of them.  But for that very reason, I was shown mercy, that in me Christ might show his unlimited patience, as an example for all those who would later come to trust in him and gain eternal life.

Now, to the immortal, invisible and only God, be honour and glory for ever and ever, Amen.

The worship of the church

I urge, then, first of all, that there should be requests, prayers, petitions, thanksgiving and intercession offered to God for everyone; and especially for all those in authority.  That we may live religious, reverent and quiet lives, with peace, godliness and tranquility; observing the highest standards of morality and good conduct.  These things are right and will please God our saviour, whose will it is that everyone should find salvation, and come to a full knowledge of the truth.  For there is only one God; and there is only one who brings God and mankind together, Christ Jesus, himself a man; who gave himself in order to win freedom for all mankind, so providing proof of the divine purpose.  For the proclaiming of this was sent as an apostle and herald, a teacher of the faith to Jews and Gentiles alike.

In every place, then, I want the people who are dedicated to God, to lift up their hands in prayer, with no angry or quarrelsome thoughts in their minds.

Paul sends advice to Timothy

Do not let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example to all the believers in the way you speak and in your conduct; and in your love, faith and purity.  Until I come, devote yourself to the public reading of scripture, to preaching and teaching.  You have in you a spiritual gift, be diligent and do not let it lie unused.  Think hard about this and make it your absorbing interest.  Put it into practice, so that everyone may see your progress.  Take great care about what you do and what you teach; in this way you will bring salvation, both to yourself, and those who listen to you.

Do not rebuke an older man, but advise him as you would your own father; treat younger men as brothers, and the older women as you would your mother.  Always treat young women as sisters, with absolute purity.

Snares to be avoided

We brought nothing into the world, and w can take nothing out of it; but if we have food and clothing, let us be content.  Those who long to be rich are a prey to temptation; and may get trapped into many foolish and harmful ambitions which could plunge them into ruin and destruction.  For the love of money is the source of all kinds of evil, and there are some, who, pursuing it, have wandered away from the faith.  But you, as a man dedicated to God, must avoid all these things.  You must aim to be saintly and religious, filled with faith, love and fortitude; pursuing patience and gentleness.  Fight the good fight of the faith and win eternal life, for it was to this that God called you.

Now, before God, the source of all life, and before Jesus Christ, who spoke up as a witness for the truth before Pontius Pilate.  I put to you the duty of doing all that you have been told.

A word to the rich Christians

Warn those who are rich in the things of this world not to look down on other people; nor to put their hope in wealth, which is so uncertain, but on God, who richly provides us with all that we need for our happiness. Tell them that they are to do good, and to be rich in good works; to be generous and willing to share.  This will ensure that they will acquire a firm and good foundation for the future.

My dear Timothy, guard what has been entrusted to your care.  Grace be with you.


Paul’s second letter to Timothy (A.D.65)

Greeting, Thanksgiving and encouragement

From Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus, to Timothy, wishing you grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and from Christ Jesus our Lord.

I thank God, as, day and night, I constantly remember you in my prayers.  Recalling your tears, I long to see you again to complete my happiness.

I remind you to keep alive the gift that God gave you, the spirit of power and love and self-control.  Do not be ashamed, then, of witnessing for our Lord; or ashamed of me; but take your share of the hardships and suffering for the sake of the good news; relying on the power of God, who has saved us and called us to a dedicated life for his own purpose and by his grace.  This grace was given us through the appearing of our Saviour Christ Jesus, who, through the gospel, has revealed immortal life.  And of this gospel I was appointed a herald and an apostle.

It is on account of this that I am experiencing fresh hardships.  But I am still full of confidence, because I know whom I have believed, and I have no doubt at all that he is able to keep safe what he has entrusted to me.

Hold firmly to the teaching you have heard from me. You have been trusted to look after something precious; guard it with the help of the holy spirit who lives in us.

How Timothy, a loyal soldier of Christ Jesus, should face hardships

Be strong, then, in the grace that is in Christ Jesus; and hand on to reliable people everything you have heard me teach in public, so that they in turn will be able to teach others.

Take your share of difficulties, like a good soldier of Christ Jesus.  Think over what I have said, and the Lord will help you to a full understanding of it.

Remember the good news that I carry, Jesus Christ risen from the dead; it is on account of this that I have to bear adversity and persecution, even to being chained like a criminal.  But God’s word cannot be changed.  So I endure everything for the sake of those who are chosen, so that in the end they may have salvation and eternal glory.

A workman approved by God

Do your best to present yourself to God as a man who ahs come through his trials.  A workman who need not be ashamed; one who is straightforward in proclaiming the message of God’s truth.

Avoid the passions and wayward impulses of youth, and strive for righteousness; fasten your attention on faith, love and peace, in union with those who call on the lord with pure minds.  Don’t have anything to do with foolish arguments or quarrels; instead by kindly towards all, a goo, patient teacher, gently correcting your opponents, and never forgetting that God may give them a change of heart, leading them to a knowledge of the truth.

Paul’s last instructions to Timothy

You, then, have followed my teaching, my way of life, my conduct, my purpose; you know my faith, my patience and my love; my endurance and fortitude under the persecutions and hardships that I went through in places like Antioch , Iconium and Lystra.  Yet the lord has rescued me from every one of them.  It is a fact that anyone who tries to live a godly life in devotion to Christ Jesus must be prepared to face violence.

But you must keep to what you have been taught; remember who your teachers were, and how, ever since you were a child, you have known the holy scriptures – from these you can learn the wisdom that leads to salvation.  All scripture is inspired by God and can profitably be used for teaching the truth.  In this way a man who is dedicated to God, becomes fully qualified and equipped for good work of every kind.

Be careful always to choose the right courses; be brave under trials; make the preaching of the good news your life’s work, and do all the duties of your ministry faithfully and conscientiously.

Paul, in the evening of his life

As for me, my life is already coming to an end, and the time has come for my departure.  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race and kept the faith.  And now the crown of righteousness awaits me, the prize which the lord will award me on that day.

Do your best to come and see me as soon as you can.  And bring Mark with you, for I find him a useful helper in my work.

The Lord be with your spirit.  Grace be with you.


Paul’s letter to Titus (A.D.65)

(Titus was a Gentile convert to Christianity who became a fellow worker and assistant to Paul in his missionary work.  Paul’s letter to Titus is addressed to his young helper in Crete, who had been left there to supervise the work of the church).


From Paul an apostle of Jesus Christ, to bring those whom God has chosen to faith and to the knowledge of the truth; and to give them the hope of eternal life.  To Titus, true child of mine in the faith that we share, wishing you grace and peace from God the father and from Christ Jesus our saviour.

The appointment of elders in Crete

My intention in leaving you behind in Crete was that you should put in order the things that still needed doing there; including, including, in particular, the appointment of church elders in each town.

An elder must be a man of unimpeachable character.  For, as a church leader, he will be God’s representative.  He must never be an arrogant or tot-tempered man, nor a heavy drinker, or of a violent disposition.  Rather, he must be hospitable, temperate, just, devout and self-controlled; also he must hold firmly to the true doctrine so that he can be counted on to move his hearers with wholesome teaching, and to show the error of those who are opposed to it.

Some specific moral instruction for various groups

It is for you, then, to preach the behaviour which goes with sound doctrine.  Let the older men know that they should be temperate, high principled, sensible, worthy of respect, and sound in faith and love and constancy.  In the same way, teach the older women to be reverent in their bearing: they must set a high standard, and teach what is good to the younger women; showing them how to be loving wives and mothers; sensible and chaste, and good housewives.  So that the message of God is never disgraced.

Similarly, encourage the young men to be moderate, and in everything you do make yourself an example to them of good behaviour.  Be sincere and serious in your teaching, and show integrity and virtue, using wholesome speech to which none can take exception.

For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men, and has taught us go give up ungodly living and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and religious lives here in the present age.

General instruction for believers

Remind the believers that it is their duty to be obedient to the officials and representatives of the Government, and to be ready to do good at every opportunity.  They must be courteous, gentle and peaceful; and always polite and friendly to all people, showing forbearance, consideration and humility.

When the kindness and love of God were revealed through the power of the holy spirit, which he has so generously sent down upon us through Jesus Christ our saviour, we were justified by his grace that we might come into possession of eternal life.

I want you to give special emphasis to these matters, so that those who now believe in God may be concerned with giving their time to doing good works.  These things are excellent and profitable for everyone.

Final Remarks

All who are with me send you greetings.  Give our greetings to our friends in the faith, God’s grace be with you all.

Psalm 100

Sing to the lord, all the world!

Worship him with joy, and enter his presence with gladness.

Know that the lord is God; he made us, and we belong

To him.  We are his people, his own flock.

Enter the temple gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise.

Give acclaim to him, and bless his name: for the Lord is gracious, his mercy everlasting; and his faithfulness endures from generation to generation.

Christmas 1979

The beginning of Christmas

Selections from the Gospels

The angel said to Mary, “Do not be afraid;; you have found favour with God.  You are to conceive and give birth to a son, and you must name him Jesus.  He will be great and will be called the son of the most high.”

Mary said, “but how can this be since I am still a virgin?”.  The angel answered, “the holy spirit will come upon you and the power of God will rest on you, and so the child will be holy, and will be called the son of God”.

“I am the Lord’s servant”, said Mary, “May it be to me as you have said.  My soul praises the lord, and my spirit rejoices in God, my saviour; for the almighty has done great things for me.  He has disclosed his might, and has come to the help of Israel , his servant”.

The birth of Jesus

No at this time the emperor Augustus issued a decree for a census to be taken throughout the whole of the Roman Empire .  For this purpose everyone was made to go to his own town to be registered.

So, in order to register, Joseph, together with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child, set out from the town of Nazareth in Galilee and travelled up to the town of David called Bethlehem in Judaea , because he belonged to the house of David by descent.

While they were there the time came for Mary’s baby to be born, and she gave birth to a son, her first-born.  She wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them at the inn.

The visit of the shepherds

Out in the fields close by there were shepherds tending their sheep at night.  Suddenly an angel appeared to them, and they were terrified.  The angel said, “do not be afraid, I bring you good news which will bring great joy to all people.  This day I the city of David a saviour has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.  And this is your sign, you will find the baby lying in a manger”.  And suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared, praising God and singing.

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to all men”.

The shepherds then said, “let us go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened”.  So they went, and found their way to Mary, and saw the baby, who was lying in a manager and they glorified and praised God for all the things they had heard and seen.

The visit of the Magi

After Jesus had been born, some wise men (astrologers) came to Jerusalem from the east, and asked, “Where is the baby who is born to be king of the Jews?  We saw his star as it rose in the east, and have come to worship him”.

They were sent to Bethlehem , and there in front of them was the same star they had seen rising; it guided them to the place where the child lay, and when they saw the infant with Mary his mother, they knelt down and worshipped him.  They then offered gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh, after which, in great joy, they returned to their own country.

And Mary treasured all these things, and pondered them in her heart.  

Jeremiah, Chap 9 (Extract)

These are the words of the Lord: “Let not the wise men boast of his wisdom, nor the strong man of his strength; let not the rich man boast of his riches.  But if any man would boast, let him boast that he knows and understands me.  For I, the Lord, show unfailing love, and I do what is just and right.  These are the things that please me.  I, the Lord, have spoken.”

Nostalgic Journey to Malton, Yorkshire 22nd  to 29th June 1980

Sunday – travelled to Malton by car via the M1, A1 and A64.

Monday – looked round Malton, the place of my birth, of my childhood.  With memories of mother, who, as a war widow had to work so hard to give my sister and me, good food, nice clothes, and a happy life.  I remember playing with Doris while mother was out.  I was always the hero, and the sofa was my horse.  I spent my time dashing to her rescue, for she seemed always to be in great peril in my imagination.

The remarkable thing is that in 60 years Malton has changed very little.  It is very much as it was when I walked, ran, cycled; and played with cigarette cards and marbles, in its streets.  It is, perhaps, a little more sophisticated, and more of a tourist centre than it was.  Some of the shops have been made into self-service, and the motor-car and lorry have completely replaced the horse, resulting in several large car parks; and, of course, the roads have got the now familiar yellow lines.  The policeman who directed the traffic at “butchers corner” has now been replaced by traffic lights.

But nearly all the buildings I remember are still there.   Malton was extremely well built.  One improvement which has been many years in coming is the by-pass, which now takes the heavy holiday traffic from York and the Midlands to Scarborough .  At one time, this long stream of holiday-makers blocked the roads through the town, and resulted in much frustration and delay.  Another hazard was the railway crossing, where ponderous gates would frequently close to let the goods and passenger trains through.  Today the goods trains have disappeared, and the passenger trains are very infrequent – another result of the enormous increase in road traffic.  The gates have also improved, being the modern flashing lights type causing very little delay.  

To sum up I would say that Malton is a modernised version of the same town that I knew when I first walked its streets.

Monday evening – From the window of my hotel (the Mount, Malton), by a wonderful coincidence, I can see quite clearly, the Malton War Memorial.  It is about 100 years away, and it has father’s name on it (H. Gibson, Sergt).  Looking at this memorial takes me back many years to the days when at 11 o’clock on the 11th day for the 11th month each year all movement was ceased for the two minutes silence.  No matter what they were doing, people all over the country stood still, in complete silence for two minutes, in homage to the dead of the great war.  Many thousands would gather round the memorial, placing red poppies on it as a tribute to the men who, in dying among the poppies of Flanders , saved our land from being overrun by the German hordes.

Looking out of my window now, all is peaceful, and once again my thanks go out to father and all his compatriots, who gave so nobly and so readily all that they had to give, for me and many others.  How can one forget such sacrifice?  Jesus said “greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

I am honoured and proud to have had such a brave and patriotic father.

Some thoughts

We should love God, not only because of the promise of eternal life, but rather for the promise of a better and more fulfilled life here and now.

Reality bears little, if any, resemblance to one’s fantasies.  If our hopes and dreams are ever fulfilled, then we are indeed in paradise.

When we half turn to God – he runs to meet us.

On Tuesday 24th June 1980, visited Olivers Mount at Scarborough , on top of which stands the war memorial.  It can be seen from almost every part of the town.  The words quoted here appear on the sides of the built up column.

They shall grow not old

As we that are left grow old,

Age shall not weary them

Nor the years condemn,

At the going down of the sun

And in the morning

We will remember them.  

In grateful memory of the men of Scarborough who gave their lives for king and country in the great war 1914-1919.  “They were a wall unto us, both by night and by day”

And lo they passed over,

And all the trumpets sounded

For them on the other side.

In memoriam of the people of Scarborough who gave their lives in the second world war 1939-194.  “Greater love hath no man than this”.

Also on the 24th June visited St Mary’s Church, Scarborough and saw Anne Bronte’s grave in the churchyard.  It was full of geraniums.  Entered in visitor’s book: “Nice to see Anne’s grave still full of flowers”.  The church is high on the cliffs, near the castle, and overlooks the sea front.

Wednesday 25th June 1980: - visited Malton cemetery and found the following graves.

My father’s mother and father

In loving memory of

George Gibson of Malton

Who died 20th July 1937

Aged 79 years.

“resting” also of Emma beloved

wife of the above.

Who died 5th October 1949.

Aged 85 years.


The “George” in Allan George Gibson came from my grandfather.

+ My grandfather was a lay preacher in the Malton Wesleyan Church in Saville St .  

My grandfather’s mother and father

In loving memory of

William Gibson

Who died June 17th 1903

Aged 75 years

At rest with Christ

Also Mary Gibson

Wife of the above

Who died Oct. 26th 1910

Aged 83 years.

Peace perfect peace.

Today two of my cousins have shops in Malton, one a menswear shop, also in Saville St (opposite my late grandfather’s shop), and the other a ladies fashions shop in Wheelgate.

The name above the shop was W.W. Gibson (the same as my own name)

Thursday 26th June 1980 -  Went to York and walked to crematorium (about 3 miles) and saw Doris ’s plaque which read:

In loving memory of

Doris Stone

Died 25th May 1979

Remembered by

Willie, Joe and Mary

Friday 27th June 1980 – Thanks to “Jackie” at the Mount hotel, who introduced me, I was able to go into the cottage in View Tce, Middlecave Road , where I was born.  It is now called Squirrel Cottage, 81 Middlecave Road , and is occupied by Mr and Mrs Hogarth.  Although the front is much the same as it was, the inside has been altered out of all recognition.  Not only has Mr Hogarth built another four rooms at the back (including two bathrooms) but has had the dividing wall to the next cottage knocked down, and it is now all one house.  The only things that remain are the old pump, the buildings of the outside lavatories (no serving some other purpose), and a very large yew tree near the house, which has been cut down much smaller and shaped differently.  I also saw the gardens at the back, and, here again, everything had changed.  In fact, they had been so drastically altered that I had difficulty in knowing which garden belonged to which house (there are 5 houses altogether).  Previously they had been separated by hedges, now it was all open, and even the fruit trees had disappeared.  On the whole, I felt a little disappointed that so little of what I remembered still remained, but it was a great experience. I wouldn’t have missed it.  At least I saw the bedroom where I had the measles and mumps, and read my comics by candlelight (there being no gas or electricity in my bedroom).

(Allan, when editing, please see also beck page 77 of manuscript)

Friday 27th June 1980  Visited St Leonard ’s Church, Malton, and saw this stained glass window.

“This window is erected to the glory of God, and in loving remembrance of Lieut. Colonel J.A. Raymond Thomson, D.S.O., and Croix de Guerre (Gold Star); (killed in action at Craonne, in France, May 27th 1918) by his uncle Robert Metcalfe J.P., and also in memory of the officers, non-commissioned officers and men of the 5th battalion of the Yorkshire regiment, who gave their lives during the great war 1914-18”.

The names commemorated on the stained glass window are:-  

Arthur Bullous                                  William Howard Pickering

Ernest Edward Douglas                    Alfred Robinson

Raymond Dalton Galtry                    Archibald Simpson (father

Ernest Hodg         son                                 saw him killed. See his letter)

George William Harrison                   George Henry Spencer

Percy Fewster Kendall                      Edward Wardell

William Ernest Longster                    Frank Ware

John Mason                                      Thomas Richard Wood

Harry Perrin                                      and father – Harold Gibson

Col Thomson was wounded three times: first, in the arm of Ypres on Christmas Day in1915, and secondly, he had shrapnel wounds in the head in March 1916, thirdly, he was wounded again in March 1918.

The above window has a life size figure, in khaki, of the colonel, showing the honours he won; with four wound stripes on his right sleeve.  Under the figures are the words, “Duty Nobly Done”, followed by all the words quoted above.  An account of how the colonel obtained his awards is given on page 38 and 72 of the Green Howard’s Gazette; and a fuller record of his service in the war appears on page 83 of the Gazette.  ( have photocopies of these pages).  

The names of the N.C.O.’s and men commemorated appear in the Gazette, but not on the window, amongst the names is Harold Gibson (father).

The window was unveiled on the 1st June 1919 by Lieut. Col. The Hon. Tatton Willoughby (5th Bat).

Col. Thomson lived near my father at Malton, and, as they were both in the Territorials of the 5th Bat. Yorkshire regiment, they must have known each other quite well.  They would be together from the beginning of the war until they were both killed in the same battle in 1918 when the Germans launched a very heavy attack gaining considerable ground before they were stopped.  Father was killed on 25th March, and Col. Thomson on 27th May 1918.

This was the battle where on 11th April, Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig, commander-in-chief, British armies in France, issued a special order of the day, known as the “Backs to the Wall” message.  (See page three book 1).

It was a chance acquaintance in the Malton cemetery that told me about the stained glass window, and I determined to see it as soon as possible.

As a child I saw Mrs Thomson quite often, and, up to the time that I left Malton at the age of 18, she never wore anything else but black.  The death of her husband must have been a tragic loss to her.

Visited Malton cemetery on 16th June 1981 and found the grave of

Ethel Norah Mayson Thomson 1878-1967

The wife of Lt Col J.A.R. Thomson, they married in 1905

While making another visit to Malton I went into St Michael’s church in the market place and noticed the following plaque on the wall::

“To the glory of God, and in proud and grateful memory of these brave men who gave their lives in the Great War 1914-1919”.  This was followed by a list of choristers which included father’s name (Harold Gibson).  Also appearing was J.A. Raymond Thomson, D.S.O., Croix-de-Guerre (father’s colonel).

So I gather from the above that father and Col Thomson were both members of the choir at St Michael’s.  Of this I had no previous knowledge.

Therefore, Father and Col Thomson are commemorated in both St Michael’s and St Leonard ’s Churches in Malton, and also of course on the war memorial.

Saturday 28th June 1980 – had tea and scones with Doris (in spirit at least) in a small café at Helmsley, Yorkshire , where we often went, in by-gone years.

Death, what is your part?

Is it really a new start?

It seems so shocking and so final,

That it’s a mystery there’s no denial.

Doris , are you anywhere?

Shall I, lone day, find you there?

Of your Jesus you were so sure,

For his sake you kept so pure.

He has surely welcomed you.

Surely his promise is ever true.


Written by me in the above café, while eating my scones and drinking my tea, alone.



Bought the following books in Helmsley Church .

Gateway to God by Simone Weil

Waiting on God by Simone Weil  

Sunday 29th June 1980 – returned to Wembley

End of journey

My final thoughts on this journey can be summed up in the words of a song which is t present in the hit parade, and which my father and mother in their early married life must have known quite well, for it was first sung 69 years ago.

Dear face that holds so sweeter smile for me,

Were you not mine how dark this world would be,

I know no light above that could replace

Loves radiant sunshine in your lovely face.


Give me a smile, the lovelight in your eyes,

Life could not hold a sweeter paradise,

Give me the right to love you all the while,

My world forever, the sunshine of your smile.


Shadows may fall across the land and sea,

Sunshine from all the world may hidden be,

But I shall see no clouds across the sun,

Your smile shall light my life till life is done.


Give me a smile, the lovelight in your eyes,

Life could not hold a sweeter paradise,

Give me the right to love you all the while,

My world forever, the sunshine of your smile.

Where have all the young men gone

Long, long ago,

Gone for soldiers everyone,

When will they (humanity) ever learn,

When will they ever learn.


Where have all the soldiers gone

Long, long ago.

Gone to graveyards everyone,

When will they ever learn

When will humanity ever learn.


Referring to the song above; in his early married life father did indeed know “shadows across the land and sea”, and the sunshine was hidden from him by the dark clouds of war.

For almost two years he had to contend with the brutalities, the obscenities, and the savagery of the world’s greatest upheaval.  One can see from his photographs how, in the matter of three years, he changed from an innocent young man to a very mature sergeant; with the lines of suffering and distress showing clearly in his face.  One can only guess at the ferocious and murderous horror of his life in the trenches.  The pitiless and ruthless bayonet attack; the terrible and merciless ordeal of being shelled; followed by the most brutal hand to hand fighting.  Furthermore, it was his constant unhappy lot to have to stand for hours in slimy or frozen mud.  With the likelihood of deed or mutilated bodies in the vicinity, causing a smell of putrefying flesh.  And one can well imagine what it would have been like to eat one’s meal under such conditions.

There was a lack of every kind of comfort, and a perpetual loss of sleep.  As father says in his letter from hospital, “when your time comes to sleep, you just lie down in the mud and over you go”.  How anyone could endure such hell for so long is beyond comprehension and belief.

In 1915 he was very badly wounded, and it was many months before he was again fit to return to France. And return he did to face, once more, the savage and barbarous onslaughts of the German hordes.

At the end, or nearly the end of the war, he was – at 33 years of age – blown up, to disappear forever; posted as “missing” with not even a grave to mark his spot, only a name on a wall, somewhere in France , a corner of a foreign field which is forever England.

The battle in which he died was the last great German attempt to break through our lines.  And it was only by a supreme effort on everyone’s part that the huns were held.  Eventually they were driven back, and later, in sheer exhaustion, they gave up their disgraceful plunder of other people’s countries, and called for mercy – only to start another war in 1939.

For his part in the great war father deserves every honour.  He served his country with distinction and integrity.  And was promoted, on the battlefield, to the rank of sergeant (not an easy task).  He was a true representative of his country.  A man of courage, fortitude and gallantry; dedicated to the task which had been allotted him, the task of keeping his country free from the awful outcome of a German occupation, with all that would mean to his wife and children.

He paid a heavy price for his efforts on behalf of us all.  A price that cannot be surpassed.  The price of  life itself.

All this happened over 60 years ago, but time does not matter to God, or to me.  So long as I have life in my body I shall never forget what was done for me in this war of massacre and murder. Father is dead, and nothing can alter that.  But he still lives in my memory.  I am now the last one to remember him.  Perhaps, one day, I shall know him again.

                                                          By his son, Willie    17.9.1980

To learn more about the British soldier, turn to page 36, Book One.

At 21, Maureen Blanchard became Sister Mary Joseph in the monastery of the Poor Clares (in North Devon ).

Her explanation of the situation was:

“If you’re not called, you would never be happy here”.

“But if you are, you couldn’t be happy anywhere else”.

Leave nothing of myself in me;

Let me so read thy life that I

Unto all life of mine may die.

                                                          Richard Crashaw

                                                          To the seraphical Saint Teresa



You, my disciples, are to guard and preserve the messages that God has given me; for I trust him and place my hope in him.  Here I am with the children the Lord has given me. The Lord almighty,  whose throne is on Mount Zion , has sent us living messages to the people of Israel .


A new king will arise from David’s descendants.  The spirit of the Lord will give him wisdom, and the knowledge and understanding to rule his people.  He will know the Lord’s will and honour him, and find pleasure in obeying him.  He will judge fairly and defend the rights of the humble.  He will rule his people with justice and integrity.  Wolves and sheep will live together in peace, and leopards will lie down with young goats, calves and lion cubs will grow up together; and little children will take care of them.  On Zion , God’s sacred hill, there will be nothing harmful or evil.  For as the waters fill the sea, so shall the land be filled with the knowledge of the Lord.


A day is coming when people will sing, “God is my deliverer, I will trust him and not be afraid.  The Lord gives me power and strength”.  “Give thanks to the Lord!  Call for him to help you! Tell all the nations what he has done! Tell them how great he is! Let everyone that dwells in Zion shout and sing! Israel ’s Holy God is great, and he lives among his people”.


The desert will rejoice and flowers will bloom in the wilderness.  Everyone shall see the glory of the Lord, the splendour of our God.

Give strength to hands that are tired, and to knees that tremble with weakness.  Tell everyone who is discouraged, “Be strong and fear not! God is coming to your rescue”.  The blind will be able to see, and the deaf will hear.  The lame will leap and dance; and those who cannot speak will shout for joy.  There will be a highway in the desert called “the way of holiness”.  Those whom the Lord has rescued will travel home by that road.  They will reach Jerusalem with gladness, singing and shouting for Joy.  They will be happy for ever, and suffering and weariness shall flee away.


The good news of deliverance: The spirit of the Lord God is upon me.  He has chosen me to bring good news to the humble, to heal the broken-hearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and release to those in prison.  He has sent me to proclaim that the time has come when the Lord will save his people.  And defeat their enemies.

He has sent me to give to those who mourn in Zion , joy and gladness instead of grief, a song of praise instead of sorrow, and a garment of splendour for the heavy heart.

My heart opens at the sound of your voice

As the flowers open at the kiss of dawn.

                             From Samson at Dahlia (Saint-Saens 1835-1921)

But for our body, one whole realm of God’s glory – all that we receive through the senses – would go unpraised.  For the beast can’t appreciate it and the angels are, I suppose, pure intelligences.  I fancy the “beauties of nature” are a secret God has shared with us alone.

                                                                   C.S. Lewis

Learn not to burn up energy in anxiety,

Bear life’s indignities with dignity.

Bear with the things you can’t change,

Learn to avoid self pity.

Learn that most people are neither for nor against you, but rather are thinking about themselves.

Learn that no matter how much you try to please, some people are never going to love you.

Learn not to blame others

Learn not to blame circumstances,

Learn to have meaning in life.

Learn to be committed to any job you do, and to do it as well as you can.

                                                                   John Gardner

Extracted from “fruits of silence” by Hugh L’anson Fausset

The eradication from the human race of any belief in God would afford an unending employment to all enlightened minds.

There lies deep in man a conviction that the cosmos is one, and that he is one with it; that the division into which he has fallen in becoming self-conscious is unreal, despite the terrible evidence of it in the life around him; that is it a wound which he has received or inflicted on himself, and that this wound can be healed.

Without a conception of what we really are we cannot recover the divine rhythm which consists in being at once perfectly tranquil in soul and lovingly decisive in action.

To live in the likeness of God involves wholly accepting existence with all its apparent blemishes, but in such a way that we are no longer bound by it or to it.  

Direct insight into reality comes, not by painfully striving after enlightenment, or by acquiring ideas and beliefs, but by consciously participating in the universe as a living, intimately related whole, and so in the work of creation.  True goodness is nothing less than this.

Man will not cease to see God in the image of human perfection.  Nor will he cease to experience God in the majestic order and illimitable power of the cosmos, and in all those voices, stern or caressing, with which nature speaks to soul and sense.

But in the universe and all its evolving forms he will see the play of that divine oneness which is the keynote of his own being, and which impels him ever to exceed the negative bounds of himself.  A mental assent to this oneness is not enough, nor is a sentimental abandonment to it.

We are called to engage in what Traherne called “a work of unspeakable diligence and an argument of infinite love”, recollecting ourselves in that which, moment by moment, recreates us as unique expressions of itself.  It is in this recollection, infused into what we think and feel and do, that the craft of the contemplative life consists.  By it we may begin to learn the measure and the meaning of the divine.  This ever more sensitive and imaginative embodiment of the divine in our being is the greatest and most difficult art of all.  A God who divides, however awesome and authoritative, is but an image of fallen man.  The God who unites exceeds man’s mental reach, but he is directly experienced when body and soul, heart and mind consent to be at one.


Christmas 1980

Ivy, I cannot leave you,

You are so good and true,

How can I go away?

And leave you to your lonely day.

I have caused you pain and stress

I am truly sorry and sad, I guess,

I’d much sooner bring you happiness,

And the love of God, to bless

Your undying tenderness.

Birthday 1981

Gently Ivy, meek and mild,

Sweet and innocent as a child,

As the years go softly by

For more reward should be your cry.

A richer life should be your prize,

A greater wealth of paradise

All your days on earth should be

Calm and pleasant, and sorrow free.

                                                                   From Billy

Numbers 6 (22-27)

The Lord spoke to Moses and said, “Tell Aaron and his sons to use the following words in blessing the people of Israel .

May the Lord bless you and watch over you.

May the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you.

May the Lord look on you with favour, and give you peace.”


And the Lord said, “If they pronounce my  name over the people, I will glorify them”.

2 Samuel 7 (18-29)

A prayer of thanksgiving from David, King of Israel (1012-975 B.C.)

Then King David went into the tent of the Lord’s presence and said, “I am not worthy of what you have already done for me, sovereign Lord, nor is my family.  Yet now you are doing even more; you have made promises about my descendants in the years to come.  What more can I say to you?  Well you know me, your servant David, O Lord God.  You have made good your word; you have done great things in order to teach me.  Great indeed are you, sovereign God!  There is none like you; we have always known that you alone are God.  There is no other nation on earth like your people Israel , whom you rescued from slavery in Egypt to make them your own people.  The great and wonderful things you did for them have spread your fame throughout the world.  You have made Israel your own people for ever, and you, Lord, have become their God.  And now, Lord God, fulfil for all time the promise you made about me and my descendants, and do what you said you would.  Your glory will be exalted, and people will for ever say, “the Lord almighty is God over Israel: so shall the house of your servant David be established for all time  Therefore I have made bold to offer this prayer to you because you have revealed all this to me, your servant, and have told me that you will make my descendants kings.  “And now, sovereign Lord, you are God; you will always keep your promises, and you have made this wonderful promises to me.  I ask you to bless my descendants so that they will continue to enjoy your favour.  You, O Lord God, have promised this, and your blessing will rest on my descendants for ever”.

Psalm 139

A Psalm of David

God’s complete knowledge and care of man

Lord, you have examined me and you know me.  You know everything I do; from far away you understand all my thoughts.  You see me, whether I am working or resting; you know all my actions.  You are all round me on every side; you protect me with your power.  Your knowledge of me is beyond my understanding.

Where could I go to escape from you?  where can I flee from your presence?  If I climb up to heaven, you are there; if I lay down in the world of the dead, again I find you.  If I take the flight beyond the east or dwell at the limit of the western sea; even there you will meet me, and will be able to help me.  I could ask the darkness to hide me, but even darkness is  not dark for you, and the night is as bright as the day.  Darkness and light are one to you.

You created every part of me.  I praise you; all you do fills me with awe; you and your works are wonderful, and you know me through and through.  When my bones were being formed, carefully put together in my mother’s womb, when I was growing there in secret, you know that I was there.  The days allotted to me had all been recorded in your book before any of them ever began.  O God, how deep I find your thoughts, but how precious they are, and how inexhaustible in number!  If I counted them, they would be more than the grains of sand.

Violent men say wicked things about you; they speak unkind things against your name.  O Lord, how I dislike those who hate you!  How I scorn those who rebel against you!

Examine me, O God, and know my thoughts; test me, and understand my misgivings.  Watch lest I follow any path that grieve you; and guide me in the everlasting way.

Psalm 8 (A Psalm of David)

God’s glory and man’s dignity

O Lord our sovereign, how glorious is you name in all the earth!  Your praise reaches up to the heavens.  Out of the mouths of children and infants you have rebuked the mighty.

When I look up to the heavens, the work of your hands; the moon and stars set in their places by you: what is man that you are so mindful of him; mortal man that you should care for him?  For you have made him only a little lower than the angels; and have crowned him with glory and honour.

You have made him ruler over everything in t his world, the sheep and cattle and all the wild beast; the birds in the air and the fish in the sea; and all that moves through the oceans.

O Lord our God, how excellent is your name in all the world!

Psalm 121

The lord our helper and protector

I lift up my eyes to the hills, where will my help come from?

My help comes from the lord, maker of heaven and earth.

He will not cause me to stumble: he who is my guardian is always awake,

Behold, he who protects Israel shall never slumber nor sleep.

The lord is our keeper, and our defence.  The Lord will safeguard us against all evil; he will preserve our souls, and will guard our going and our coming; now and forever.

H.A. Williams


An author who writes only from the spiritual knowledge given to him direct from God.  In an introduction to his writings he says:-


I decided I would try to ask myself how far, and in what way a doctrine of the creed or a saying of Christ had become part of what I am; and I resolved that I would not preach about any aspect of Christian belief unless it had become part of my own life blood.  This decision was taken for me in some area of my being over which I had no control.  Unless what I proposed to say came from the depths of my own being, I was struck dumb.  All I could speak of were those things which I had proved true in my own experience by living them and thus knowing them at first hand.  And it is to this task that I believe myself to have been called.  The result will be found in my work.


The New Testament speaks of God sending his holy spirit to dwell within us, and of Christ in us the hope of glory.  Must we not therefore look for God in what we are, in the whole kaleidoscope of our personal experience?  And in this sense would it be wrong to speak of a theology of the self?  My writings are an attempt to put forward such a theology.  They have been deliberate decisions to unfold the truth; in this I had no choice, I found I could do no other.


Consider this, I go to holy communion and experience God’s love and beauty.  Afterwards I find myself in a worse temper than usual, or more full of desire.  It worries me, yet this is what I should expect.  My communion with God has given me the confidence to accept a little more of what I am.  And it is in this way that my potentialities can be transformed to contribute to goodness and love.  Keep them permanently in quarantine, and they will always remain my enemies – and God’s.  Instruments which I have kept locked away have now been put into my hands, ultimately so that I can use them to create beauty and goodness.  But until I learnt how to use them I felt much worse off than I was before.  More discontented, more restless, more anti-religion in its established form, but I must not refuse to make myself available to God for, so long as I refuse I am sinning against the holy spirit and am thereby cut off from the abundant life Christ promised me.

The virtue which lies hidden unrecognised in times of prosperity, asserts itself in adversity.

                                                Ovid (43 B.C.- A.D.18)

Latin poet, chiefly remembered for his “Art of love and metamorphoses”

The answer to the suffering and hardship we are called upon to endure

In despair, tragedy and sorrow, man reaches the pinnacle of his compassion, tenderness and sensitivity towards others.  There is no other way of bringing forth these finest and noblest expressions of his nature.  Thus it would appear that these sombre aspects of his being are of the utmost importance; and vital to the moulding of his humanity.

Our tears are dried in the warmth of God’s habitation,  and our heartbreak is soothed upon his firmament.

Our anguish is eased in god’s eternal love; his kiss of forgiveness relieves the darkness of our sins.

In turmoil and strife we are comforted by the revelation of his peaceful and gentle caring; and in adversity, affliction and distress we draw strength from the offering of himself as the suffering saviour on the cross.


Psalm 130

A prayer for assistance  

From the depths of my despair I call to you, Lord.  Hear my cry, O Lord; listen to my call for help!

If you kept a record of our sins, who could escape being condemned?  But in you is forgiveness.  Because of this we stand in awe of you.

I wait eagerly for the Lord’s help, and in his word I trust.

O, Israel , hope in the Lord, for in him is love unfailing and great is his power to save.  He will deliver his people from all their sins.

Psalm 145

A psalm of David

A hymn of praise

I will proclaim your greatness, my God and King; everyday I will thank you and praise your name.

Great is the lord and worthy of all praise; his greatness is beyond understanding.

One generation shall  commend thy works to another, and set forth your mighty acts.  They will speak of your glory and majesty, and I will meditate on your wonderful deeds.  Men shall declare your might with awe, and proclaim your greatness.  They will tell about all your goodness, and sing about your kindness.

The Lord is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, and constant in his love.  He is good to everyone, and his tender care rests on all his creatures.

All your people, Lord, will acclaim you, and all mankind will give thanks.  They will speak of the glory of your kingdom and tell of your might, so that everyone will know your great deeds.  Your kingdom is eternal, and you are king for ever.

In all his promises the Lord keeps faith.  He helps those who are in trouble, and lifts those who have fallen.  The eyes of all are raised to you in hope, and you satisfy their needs.

The Lord is righteous in all his ways, merciful in all his acts.  He is near to those who call to him with sincerity. He supplies the needs of those who honour him, he hears their cries and saves them.  The Lord watches over all who love him, but condemns the wicked.

I will always worship the Lord; let all his creatures praise his holy name for ever.


Mother’s Day 1981

Once again ‘tis Mother’s Day,

With memories of far away –

When a mother you might have been,

With a child on your knee you’d have felt like a queen.

But alas it was not to be,

That’s the way it is you see.

Sorrow and love go hand in hand,

And you must try and understand

That God who loves you dearly,

Will lift you up when you are weary.

He’ll come and gently press

His hand in yours, and bring happiness.

So that you, for all times, can treasure

His many gifts, designed to bring you pleasure.


28th  May 1981

Watched the peoples march for jobs go along Empire Way, Wembley.  They are walking from Liverpool to London .  Noticed the following words on one of the banners.

“If Christ were alive today, a carpenter would be leading this march”.

This could very well be true.

God hates the sin, but loves the sinner

                                                                   (The Salvation Army)

The revelation of the truth of Jesus Christ

(extracted from conscience and authority.  By the Rev. Cormac Burke)

The mind may find the truth hard to accept, it may wrestle with it, be tempted to resist it, but if it sees it as the truth, then it has no alternative – if it is to remain sincere – but to surrender to it, to accept it.  The only way truth can impose itself is by the force of its own gentle but powerful influence on the mind of man.  A truth is not a product of mind.  Even if mind did not exist, it would still be true; it is above mind.  The mind is capable of rising to it, of seeing it, once it does see it, once it becomes convinced of its truth, it accepts it.  The surrender of the mind to the truth is a victory.  The mind that has been seeking the truth, and now at last discovers it, accepts it with an experience of relief and joy.  Many people, who have been struggling with the problem of life, saw no explanations, no answers; or the answers they saw did not satisfy. They did not feel at peace with this or that solution; it did not fit all the points, it did not ring quite true.  Now they have seen an answer that really seems to cover everything, that really seems true, they joyfully accept it.

You have not invented this truth; but though you have not invented or created it, you have now found it.  You have the enrichment of discovery. The truth lets itself be caught by the human mind.  All truly scientific research is based on the supposition, and sustained by the hope, that the truth can be caught.  One is offered the freedom to take up a system of thought that is divinely guaranteed, and to make it one’s own.  The belief in the truth of Jesus Christ is a free thing.  I believe because I want to.  Because I choose to.  The authority of revelation of Jesus Christ who, as he promised, is present with us still in the teaching of his church – is something to be approached, not with reluctance and constraint, but gladly, and with gratitude.  The church’s authoritative teaching of the truth does not force conscience; it informs it, it provides conscience with vital information.  It removes doubts.  It gives certainty.  In doing so it does not take away our personal freedom. It simply make it easier for us to exercise it, if we wish, in choosing roads that are divinely guaranteed to lead to heaven.  

Good Friday 17th April 1981

As the saviour sadly bowed his tortured head,

In the most awful moment of his life.

“My God, why have you forsaken me”, he said,

his body scarred with sorrow, toil and strife.


Is there anyone in this darkened world

Who will care for the tragic figure on the cross.

The broken body in which God’s spirit lay unfurled,

A life that appeared a complete loss.


But that apparent frailty and weakness,

Was soon to turn to splendour, joy and gladness.

For, the death so gallantly given in meekness,

Was designed to bring us eternal love and happiness.


When we think what happened so many years ago,

We must sometimes wonder what the outcome of it all has been.

Sadly, our lives with love have not been set aglow,

And true happiness has not, as yet, been greatly seen.


But on hope our heavy hearts must rest,

For hope is still our greatest friend.

Perhaps, one day, all will turn out for the best,

And the sacrifice of Jesus will triumph in the end.



Gentle must my fingers be

And pitiful my heart

Since I must bind in human form

A living power so great,

A living impulse great and wild

That cries about my house.

                                                                   Kathleen Raine, 1965

I must remain what I am, that is a seeker after truth, who has found, and grown to love Jesus Christ; and is content to believe, without any theological definitions, that Jesus Christ represents God.  That is all I know and swear by.  

                                                          Dick Sheppard

                                                          Vicar of St.Martin-in-the-fields,


Mother Teresa goes to Beirut


Mother Teresa was sent by the Pope to Beirut to help the victims of Israeli bombing.

On arrival she immediately rescued 37 poor, tiny pieces of orphaned and handicapped humanity, and took them from a bombed hospital to a convoy of  Red Cross trucks.

Londoners John Salps, of the International Red Cross, watched her at work.  He said, “She is a cross between a military commander and St. Francis”.  And added, “Mother Teresa is a very efficient saint”.

A great and caring man

Nye Bevan, who introduced the free national health service in 1948, said it was to be a service which “to be poor would not be a disability, and to be rich would not be an advantage.”

A truly Christian approach towards sickness and distress.


A brave mother

After the birth of a Down’s Syndrome child, a mother said to her husband, “sorry he’s not a perfect baby, but he’s not a Hitler either”.  (These children are, of course, always gentle and inoffensive).

How great thou art

Our God, you made us all,

You fashioned us from clay,

And on us you did call,

Sending your son on the appointed day.


Our God, how great thou art,

Living in eternal light.

With you there is no end or start,

Nor neither depth nor height.


How wondrous is your firmament,

How splendid is your dwelling place,

From there to us is your spirit sent,

From there we shall always receive your grace.


Come near, O God, and enter our anxious harts,

And stay close by in case of need.

Be near at hand when trouble starts,

And help us then you rules to heed.


One of the least of my faults is that I know all my faults.


The German Mentality

After interrogating a Polish underground worker (who was pregnant) and hitting her on the face until she was unrecognizable, the Gestapo said, “We are human here; because you are pregnant we hit you only on the face, and not in the stomach”.

The “ISMS”

Theism – acceptance of a God by revelation in the Bible.

Deism – acceptance of a god by reasoning.

Agnosticism – one cannot know whether God exists or not.

Atheism – positive disbelief in the existence of a God.

“If everything exists as the substance of its qualities, and qualities exist only in the mind, then all is mind”. 


Seen on a gravestone in Alperton Cemetery :

“None knew thee but to love thee.

Nor named thee but to praise”.

                                                                   (A great tribute)

The blazing evidence of immortality is our dissatisfaction with any other solution.


Epilogue to Romance

By Winifred Holtby, 1921

I would not honour love the less,

Who know myself to be

Unworthy of the tenderness

Of your sweet constancy;

But walk more proudly on my way alone,

Because you once loved me.


I shall go gaily all my days

Where skies are wild and blue,

Finding the flowers about my ways

Are clad in richer hue –

And in the darkest night one star will burn

Because I once loved you.


Why should I weep for one short day

That you have passed my door?

No changing time can snatch away

The joy that went before.

I shall be thankful all my life for love

Although we love no more.

Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, but to weigh and consider.


A view of death

“For to fear death, sirs, is simply to think we are wise when we are not so; it is to think we know what we know not.  No man knows whether death is not the greatest of all goods that can come to man; and yet men fear it as though they knew it was the greatest of all ills.”

“This alone is to be feared – the closed mind, the sleeping imagination, the death of the spirit.  The death of the body is to that, I think, a little thing.  I do not know whether the spirit survives the death of the body, but I do know that the spirit can be killed while the body lives, and most men walk the world as skeletons ….. I believe in the communion of saints and in the life of the spirit.

                                                                   Plato 427-347 B.C.

A situation where faith is needed

Then, behind all these mysteries, lies the all embracing mystery – whence this universal transformation which has gone on throughout a past eternity, and will go on unceasingly throughout a future eternity! And along with this rises the paralyzing thought – what if, of all that is thus incomprehensible to us, there exists no comprehension anywhere?

                                      Herbert Spencer (1820-1903) philosopher

The views of Professor John Wheeler

“How could the universe exist and make sense unless it were guaranteed to give rise at some point to life and mind and meaning?”

“Is man an unimportant bit of dust on an unimportant planet in an unimportant galaxy somewhere in the vastness of space?” “No! The necessity to produce life lies at the centre of the universe’s whole machinery and design.”

“The concept of a universe is meaningless unless there is a community of thinkers to observe it; and that community is impossible unless the universe is adapted from the start to give rise to life and mind”.

“Slight variations in physical laws such as gravity or electro-magnetism, would make life in our universe impossible.  The laws of physics relate to man, the observer, more closely than anyone has thought before.  The universe is not ‘out there’ somewhere independent of us; without an observer, there are no laws of physics”.

Why should the universe exist at all? The explanation must be so simple, and so beautiful, that when we see it we will all say “How could it have been otherwise?”

Comment : - Professor Wheeler gives us his thoughts on the mysteries of the universe.  Shall we ever know the meaning of this stupendous arrangement of galaxies and spiral nebula?  Mr Wheeler’s observations are most profound, and of great interest.  Perhaps he has advanced somewhat towards some hidden truths.

                                                                   W.W. Gibson

                                                                   2nd August 1989

Only a dream?

That’s what it may seem,

But it’s reality is still deep within me.

I beg that I may one day see

It’s fulfilment in life’s passing stream.


I saw her in my sleep, and I knew she was my loved one, my cherished desire.  I could see only her shadowy side face; but instinct was all I needed to know that there would never be another so lovely, so desirable, and so close to my ideal.  She never moved, but I sensed her beautiful figure was there to please my sight and touch.


Who was she?  I shall probably never know; for no person in the past has so moved me; and the prospects of meeting such a person are now, in my late years, very remote.  Would God bless me with such alone?  I pray that it may be so.  A loving and understanding partner in life is surely the greatest delight that one could hope for.

                                                                   W.W. Gibson


While in Russia in 1984, Denis Healey after seeing the communal grave of 640,000 people who died of starvation during the siege of Leningrad in 1941-43 said : “War is an ever-present memory, peace is an inextinguishable passion”. 

God is available when needed

The trials and stresses of existence are laid upon  me.

I find my God, and am raised above all misery.

With his help I learn once more to cope,

Without him I live in darkness, without hope.

His presence gives me a solid foundation upon which to rest,

He opens my eyes to reality, and I am greatly blessed.

I ride at ease above the clouds of time and place,

And find consolation and relief in the nobleness of space.

The dwelling place of universal love and solace.

                                                                   W.W. Gibson

                                                                   16 Nov 1984  

Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.

                                                          Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881)

                                                          Scottish Author

Ah Love! Could thou and I with fate conspire

To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire,

Would we not shatter it to bits – and then

Remould it nearer to the heart’s desire!

                                                                    Omar Khayyam

Greater love hath no man than this

They fought together, inspired by one desire,

To prove their worth in undiminished fire.

Their cause was freedom for mankind.

Their efforts for us are forever enshrined

In our hearts; in our minds.


They went with no hesitation or doubt,

“We will never surrender!” was their spirited shout.

The future of our country was in their hands –

Our safety from the marauding bands,

The protection of our lands.


In their struggle they sought not power or fame,

For us, for you and me, were they slain,

They suffered and died in agonizing pain.

For our sakes they went through shot and flame,

To their everlasting glory, and the remembrance of their name.

                                                                   W.W. Gibson


Can we choose evil and and then complain that God does not interfere?

                                                          Gerald Priestland (on radio)

Letter to Madeleline (never sent)

“Great was my delight and joy to be able to bring you God’s word.  Great was my hope for you, that I may bring you happiness and contentment under his guidance.

But now my heart is broken; my method was wrong; my approach was not correct; I was unable to show you the love of God, the God that is within me.

My failure, I now realize, was a complete inability to live the kind of life I so loudly preached about, and to give you an example of what a good Christian is like.  I know my many faults and yet I cannot overcome them.  

I intend now to further my search for the God who, I am sure, wants me to know and understand him better.  I earnestly pray that one day I shall be able to adopt a different attitude to those I meet, so that they may, hopefully, see in me a true reflection of the nature of our creator; and thereby be brought closer to the reality of his presence in their lives”.

                                                          Yours sincerely


God does not always solve peoples problems by taking them away; but rather by helping them to face up to their troubles with firm and patient resolution.

A tribute to KGO 904D who has gone after 20 years of reliable and defendable service

This is in remembrance of 904

Which now, sadly, is no more,

Robbed of all its useful parts,

It no longer proudly starts.


Crushed to solid flatness

It’s feeling pretty low I guess.

Friend and helpmate

Companion of late.  

An uplifter of ego and prestige,

No longer needing oil or anti-freeze

Nor the steering wheel a friendly squeeze.

From my eyes there comes a mist,

Dear 904 you’ll be greatly missed.

                                                          From the owner of same

                                                          W.W. Gibson

A great and caring member of the Labour Party

“No society can legitimately call itself civilised if a sick person is denied medical aid because of lack of means”.

                                                                   Aneurin Bevan

(On the foundation of the National Health Service)

The last page

I see my photo and say

Was that me yesterday?

In the mirror I look in dismay

My youth has slipped away.


Was that me so well and straight?

The present was then to be my fate.

Should I now myself just hate?

Or seek solace in my present state?


The past is now a fleeting dream,

All to no purpose it would seem,

No great achievements or high esteem,

Only a fragment in life’s passing stream.


There are now a few years more,

Then God will come and close the door.

Should l at the end feel sore?

Should I for more time implore?


There’s nothing to restore.

Only God’s indwelling spirit left, nothing more.

                                                                   W.W. Gibson

Final Comment

If there is nothing beyond this life then I would appear to have wasted a great deal of time and effort in the compilation of these five books.  But, nevertheless, I still think it has all been worthwhile if only because their contents may help to bring about a better understanding of the value of living a life based on the teaching of Jesus Christ; for this kind of life would appear to bring a greater measure of peace, friendship and happiness to all those who would follow its way.

It has been proved to me over and over again that the people who follow Christ’s example have invariably found something which has tended to transform them, and make them into radiant and uplifted individuals with a compelling desire to do all in their power to help those who are most in need of comfort, guidance and inspiration; following unhappy circumstances in which they have found themselves.

Whenever two or more are gathered in his name – There is Love.