The Tenth Sunday after Trinity (Proper 14)

Hymn
sung by St Martin’s Voices

Lord, thy church on earth is seeking
thy renewal from above;
teach us all the art of speaking
with the accent of thy love.
We would heed thy great commission:
go now into every place-
preach, baptise, fulfil my mission,
serve with love and share my grace.

Freedom give to those in bondage,
lift the burdens caused by sin.
Give new hope, new strength and courage,
grant release from fears within:
light for darkness; joy for sorrow;
love for hatred; peace for strife.
These and countless blessings follow
as the Spirit gives new life.

In the streets of every city
where the bruised and lonely dwell,
let us show the Saviour's pity,
let us of his mercy tell;
to all lands and peoples bringing
all the richness of thy word,
till the world, thy praises singing,
hails thee Christ, Redeemer, Lord.

Hugh Sherlock (1905-1998)
© Successor to Hugh Sherlock/administered by The Trustees for Methodist Church Purposes. (CCLI 7007449)


Music after the sermon
Come, living God, when least expected
sung by St Martin’s Voices

Come, living God, when least expected,
When minds are dull and hearts are cold,
Through sharpening word and warm affection
Revealing truths as yet untold.

Break from the tomb in which we hide you
To speak again in startling ways;
Break through the words in which we bind you
To resurrect our lifeless praise.

Then, through our gloom, your Son will meet us
As vivid truth and living Lord,
Exploding doubt and disillusion
To scatter hope and joy abroad.

Then we will share his radiant brightness
And, blazing through the dread of night,
Illuminate by love and reason,
For those in darkness, faith's delight.

Alan Gaunt (born 1935)
© 1991 Stainer & Bell Ltd
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Hymn after Communion
sung by St Martin’s Voices

We sing your praise, eternal God,
To whom all praise belongs;
But we can never match your love,
However loud our songs:

Your love which comes so silently,
Through all the noise we hear;
The noise of quarrelling and war,
The cries of grief and fear.

The winds of doubt uproot our faith,
The earthquakes of despair
Destroy our hope, and fires of hate
Kill love and stifle prayer.

And yet no sound on earth can drown
The silence we have heard;
The voice of your eternal love;
The silence of your Word.

It comes to guilty, broken hearts,
With challenge and release;
Prepares us for self-sacrifice
And speaks eternal peace.

Alan Gaunt (born 1935) based on I Kings v19
© 1991 Stainer & Bell Ltd
(One License 5accfb4a79cfe)

Recessional Hymn
sung by St Martin’s Voices
Alleluia, sing the Jesus!
His the sceptre, his the throne;
alleluia, his the triumph,
his the victory alone:
hark, the songs of peaceful Sion
thunder like a mighty flood;
Jesus out of every nation
hath redeemed us by his blood.

Alleluia, not as orphans
are we left in sorrow now;
alleluia, he is near us,
faith believes, nor questions how:
though the cloud from sight received him,
when the forty days were o’er,
shall our hearts forget his promised,
‘I am with you evermore’?


Alleluia, bread of angels,
thou on earth out food, our stay;
alleluia, here the sinful
flee to thee from day to day:
Intercessor, Friend of sinners,
earth’s Redeemer, plead for me,
where the songs of all the sinless
sweep across the crystal sea.

Alleluia, King eternal,
thee the Lord of lords we own;
alleluia, born of May,
earth thy footstool, heaven thy throne,
thou within the veil hast entered,
robed in flesh, our great High Priest:
thou on earth both Priest and Victim
in the eucharistic feast.

William Chatterton Dix (1837-1898)
Public Domain