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Two hymns for Mothering Sunday

Im just reaquainting myself with some material for Mothering Sunday and have come across a hymn called ” Our Father God in heaven” that can be sung to one of the tunes for ” O Jesus I have promised” ( such as Thornbury)

Im sorry I dont know who wrote the words. If someone recognises them could they let me know and I can acknowledge the author.

Mothering Sunday Hymn

Our Father God in heaven
On whom our world depends,
To you let praise be given
For families and friends;
For parents, sisters, brothers,
A home where love belongs,
But on this day for mothers
We bring our thankful songs.

What wealth of God’s bestowing
For all the world to share!
What strength of heart outgoing
To children everywhere!
Our deepest joys and sorrows
A mother’s path must trace,
And earth’s unknown tomorrows
Are held in her embrace.

How well we know the story
That tells of Jesus’ birth,
The Lord of heaven’s glory
become a child of earth;
A helpless infant sleeping,
yet King of realms above,
who finds in Mary’s keeping
the warmth of human love.

Our Father God in heaven,
To you we lift our prayer,
That every child be given
Such tenderness and care,
Where life is all for others,
Where love your love displays:
For God’s good gift of mothers
Let earth unite in praise!

The second hymn is by Rev Ally Barrett, Vicar of Buckden and the Offords near to St Neots. Ally amongst her many talents is a hymn writer and this hymn fits with tunes for All Things Bright and Beautiful.

Tune: All things bright and beautiful

All our blessings, all our joys
With thankful hearts we sing,
True, compassionate, loving God
Accept the praise we bring.

For parents and for children,
For husbands, wives, and friends,
For those whose care enfolds us
With love that never ends.

For fellowship and friendship
We both receive and give,
For those who’ve shared our journey
And taught us how to live.

For all who’ve shared our sorrow,
Walked with us in our pain,
Who’ve held our hand through darkness
And showed us light again.

The following definately isnt a hymn but it always makes me smile: an inscription on a grave stone.

ERE lies a poor woman who was always tired,

She lived in a house where help wasn’t hired:

Her last words on earth were: ‘Dear friends, I am going

To where there’s no cooking, or washing, or sewing,

For everything there is exact to my wishes,

For where they don’t eat there’s no washing of dishes.

I’ll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,

But having no voice  I’ll be spread of the singing

Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me never,

                                     I am going to do nothing for ever and ever.

And finally:

RICHER THAN GOLD

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be –
I had a mother who read to me.
– Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)

“God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.” — Jewish proverb.

Simnel cake, a traditional delight on Mothering Sunday.

www.food.com/recipe/Mothering-Cake-20189

March 16, 2012 - Posted by | Uncategorized

1 Comment »

  1. Meant to add, in Sing Praise it is set to the tune Ellacombe (the tune of the Easter hymn, The Day of Resurection)

    Comment by kslingsby | March 17, 2012 | Reply


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