Category Archives: Hymns

A Hymn in response to the bickering US Presidential Campaign.

What me?

Change the world? No, change me first!

Give us eyes to see

Prayer in action calls us forth

To be more like Thee.

 

Stop the War? No, calm me first!

Give us ears to hear

Inner voices that seek peace

Bringing that Day near.

 

Stop the Hate? No, start with me!

Give us hands that share

All the gifts You give to us

Let us not despair.

 

Christ in us! How can that be?

Godhead humbled, see

Emptied, Jesus on a Cross

Just to set us free?

 

Glory to the Father, Son,

Holy Spirit, be

Ever present in our lives

Change us round to see.

 

© Nick Shutt 2016.

(7575 Take this moment)

 

Devon Harvest Hymn

I was given a challenge last night at a Michaelmas Evensong to write a new hymn for harvest so this morning I sat down and gave it a go. Harvest in other parts of the country may differ but, having taken the dogs for a walk this morning and watched small gatherings of Meadow Pipits scurrying around, I got home and looked up whether they migrate from the UK for winter. The answer appears to be that some do and some don’t. I was then aware that the swallows and swifts have left already and that hedges were being trimmed and the lanes, once again, have become 3 feet wider. I was also cheered by the sight of both a Green Woodpecker and a Lesser Spotted Woodpecker!

So that’s the explanation for this:

Devon Harvest

Michaelmas migration, swifts and swallows fly

Seeking other harvests, throng the dimming sky.

Birds Murmurating, full of hope and fear

Now Sahara crossing, southward is their steer.

 

Silage stored for winter, hedges cut and trimmed.

Apple harvest gathered, cider vats full, brimmed

Bounty from summer, blossom set and swelled

All God’s hedgerow gathered, not a drop withheld.

 

Equinox equation, balanced day and night

Triggers winter’s onset, storms the skies ignite.

Barns full of grain, now drying. Market cheer

Beckons winter’s solstice; Christmas drawing near.

 

Praise God for the harvest. Hidden from our sight

Spirit’s life now moving, make our hearts delight

To praise the Son, whose harvest gathers in

All creation’s longing, as we live for Him.

© Nick Shutt 2016.

11,11,10,11 (Noel Nouvelet)