There is a Green Hill

I remember this hymn from my school days. We always used to sing this hymn in Church at Easter. It  is a truly wonderful hymn.

Mrs Alexander was the daughter of a major and the wife of a bishop. She was a tireless visitor, going from cottage to cottage in all weathers, supporting her husband’s work in his diocese in Northern Ireland.

This hymn, dating from before her marriage, was written at the bedside of a child who was ill. The profits from Hymns for Little Children, where it first appeared in print, went to a school for deaf and dumb children in Londonderry. And Mendelssohn’s friend, William Horsley, who wrote the famous tune, was organist for eighteen years at a home for orphan girls in London.

The girl for whom the words were written recovered from her illness, and always regarded the hymn as especially hers, even when she grew up. Its greatness lies in the fact that so many other adults have done the same.

There is a green hill far away
Outside the city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

He died that we may be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He sung and suffered there.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

O dearly, dearly has he loved,
And we must love Him too,
Amd trus in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do

With many peaceful blessings


Let All The World In Every Corner Sing

As a young man, George Herbert did not give much thought to God. But when he was thirty-six, he left the political rat race of the court of Kig James 1 to become the rector of a country parish near Salisbury.

One of Herbert’s great joys was music. Twice a week he would walk into Salisbury to play and sing with his friends at the Cathedral.

One day he stopped on the way to help a man whose horse had collapsed in the mud under its load. The group of friends in Salisbury were surprised when Herbert, usually so smart and clean, arrived ‘so soiled and discomposed’. One said that he had disparaged himself by so dirty employment.

Herbert replied that the thought of what he had done would be music to him at midnight – and that the omission of it would have made discord in his conscience. ‘I am bound to practise what I pray for…..and I praise God for this occasion. Come, let’s tune our instruments.!’

And, that very same night, Herbert wrote this well known, and much loved, hymn:-

Let all the world in every corner sinh,
My God and King!
The heavens are not too high,
His praise may thither fly;
The earth is not too low,
His praises there may grow.
Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!

Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!
The church with psalms must shout,
No door can keep them out;
But above all, the heart
Must bear the longest part,
Let all the world in every corner sing,
My God and King!.

With many peaceful blessings


How Sweet The Name Of Jesus Sounds – sung in Tamil

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you will be able to view – and download – our latest video featuring the beautiful singing of my wife, Marlene.

This video was filmed at Beaufort Methodist Church during our Thanksgiving Service on Saturday, 6th June 2015.

Marlene sings in Tamil, Thern Inimyelum (How  Sweet The Name of Jesus Sounds).


With many peaceful blessings


If We Claim To Love Our Neighbour

These are the words of a new inspirational and thought provoking hymn by Andrew Pratt:-

If we claim to love our neighbour
while the hungry queue for food,
are we prey to self deception?
Is perception quite so crude?
If we sit beside our neighbours,
begging for the things they need,
we might share their own injustice
in a world that thrives on greed.

If we punish those with nothing,
blaming them for where they stand,
is this love of friend or neighbour,
do we still not understand?
Love of neighbour is not easy,
cuts us till we feel the pain,
sharing hurt that they are feeling
till they find new life again.

Love of neighbour sets us squarely
in the place where they now sit,
till the richness God has given
builds a pearl around the grit;
till each person shares the comfort
of the love of which we preach,
till we live as fact the Gospel:
none can be beyond love’s reach.


These words are oh so very relevant in these days of harsh austerity.

Here in the UK it is only three weeks away from our general election.

Will the newly elected Government – whoever is Prime Minister – make the changes necessary to enable the poorest families to be taken out of poverty?

What the Government need to remember is that man-made laws are not always God-made laws!

With many peaceful blessings


Three Hymns

One Sunday a pastor told his congregation that the church needed some extra money and asked the people to prayerfully consider giving a little extra in the offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would be able to pick out three hymns.

After the offering plates were passed, the pastor glanced down and noticed that someone had placed a $1,000 bill in offering. He was so excited that he immediately shared his joy with his congregation and said he’d like to personally thank the person who placed the money in the plate.

And there sat our Rosie all the way in the back shyly raised her hand. The pastor asked her to come to the front. Slowly she made her way to the pastor. He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much and in thanksgiving asked her to pick out three hymns.

Her eyes brightened as she looked over the congregation, pointed to the three most handsome men in the building and said, “I’ll take him and him and him!”


With many peaceful blessings