How dear is our vacation, Lord (parody)

How dear is our vacation, Lord, when once it’s time to go!

To leave town, to evacuate, to spend our Sunday sleeping late, 

And learn the power of “no”! When can we make it so?

 

But if, forgetful, we have not made reservations yet,

If churchly pressures fray the mind and mental functions now unwind,

Then help us to reset and cast a wider net.

 

At last! The hour has finally come, the time to get away

To sandy beach or mountain mist – too many vacations to list – 

Behold vacation day! Hip-hip, hoorah, hurray!

 

And now can we luxuriate and cut loose every care?

O let our weary souls abide in rest we have too oft denied;

Lay down the weight we bear, our inward souls repair.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, June 2021 (after “How Clear is Our Vocation, Lord”)

MUSIC: Tune REPTON, C. Hubert H. Parry, 1888.

 

 

This is a parody. That doesn’t mean it isn’t urgently serious sometimes.