
I forgot to post this when I finished it. It’s the moment when Esther goes to see the king but before she bows down to him, because I wanted her to be upright, tall and powerful.

I forgot to post this when I finished it. It’s the moment when Esther goes to see the king but before she bows down to him, because I wanted her to be upright, tall and powerful.

Earlier this year, Jubilate launched a competition to write a new hymn for Remembrance Sunday. Here’s what they did with mine, Hope for the world’s despair. It’s a recording and rather beautiful animation.
Here’s the Jubilate page with the words of this and all the shortlisted hymns.
And here’s an article about it from the Church Times:
I was asked to write a wedding hymn to the tune of ‘On Ilkley Moor’ and due to my complete inability to work out how to get a normal 8686 metre to fit to the tune, I wrote this instead. I now do understand how to get existing 8686 words to fit, but thought I might as well keep the words.
Jesus made water into wine
For joy and celebration,
Bless-ed abundance as a sign:
Foretaste of heaven, love divine!
In sickness or in health
In poverty or wealth
The greatest gift is love.
What God has joined we’ll not divide:
For love endures for ever.
Faith, hope and love will still abide,
Two lives entwined, lived side by side.
In sickness or in health
In poverty or wealth
The greatest gift is love.
Vows made this joyful, solemn day,
To honour, love and cherish.
This is love’s kind and patient way,
Living the wondrous words we say.
In sickness or in health
In poverty or wealth
The greatest gift is love.
I was asked to write a hymn, to the tune ‘Kingsfold’, on the theme of ‘Christ the eternal priest’, for a friend’s first mass. Here it is! (I cheated slightly in that the last four lines are from another hymn I wrote earlier – if I can think of another ending I’ll replace them one day!)
O Christ, our Shepherd, brother, friend,
O Prophet, Priest and King,
Our Lord, our Way, our Truth, our Life,
It is for you we sing:
Accept this sacrifice of praise
from voice and heart and soul,
For only in your Love, dear Lord,
can we be truly whole.
“A priest for ever you shall be
Enthroned in heav’n above.”
Yet still we know on earth below
The blessings of your love.
You did not cling to heav’nly bliss
but chose to share our pain,
Your life and death and rising still
draws earth to heav’n again.
One sacrifice, made once for all
on Calvary’s blessèd tree,
You stooped to lift up all who fall,
were bound to set us free.
And still through you we make our prayers
and know that we are heard,
For you have opened heaven’s gate,
O loving, living Word.
Make us your holy people, Lord,
in this and every place,
that we, through word and sacrament
may know your saving grace.
You call us here as servants, guests,
as sisters, brothers, friends:
to gather and be richly blessed.
with life that never ends.