God, our Creator

God, our Creator, all of life creating,

You bless your people and our needs provide!

Yet we still groan, as if our lives were lacking;

In your abundance, put our fears aside.

 

God, our Creator, heaven declares your glory.

See how the sun shines out across the sky!

Yet we befoul and cloud its shine and splendor;

Show us anew your glory from on high.

 

God, our Creator, by your word creating,

In whom our hope is founded and made real,

Still we betray you, spoiling what you give us;

Set our minds right, restore us with your zeal.

 

God, our Creator, bountifully blessing,

Lavishly giving for our needs each day!

Still we complain that all is insufficient.

Teach us in love to seek your holy way.

 

God, our Creator, all you make we squander;

Heaven, earth, and seas we plunder and destroy.

Set us aright to live within creation

With adoration, wonder, hope, and joy.

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, July 2026.

MUSIC: Tune DONNE SECOURS, Genevan Psalter, 1551. 

 

 

 It hasn't even been two weeks but I already can't remember what prompted this one. Probably something at the Worship & Music Conference I had attended that week. Since I took it down on the Notes function on my phone, I clearly wasn't planning to write a hymn at that particular moment, but it happens that way sometimes. 

 

 

 

When creatures meant to roam the wild

When creatures meant to roam the wild

find freedom snatched away,

in cages locked or bound in chains

and suffering from our wounds and pains,

forgive us, God, we pray.

 

Stout lions, meant to roam in grasslands

free and unrestrained,

or tigers of the forest lands

are captured by foul human hands,

for human fun detained.

 

Sleek panthers, cougars, leopards, and

bobcats and cheetahs too,

were made by God for roaming free,

not held as "curiosity,"

bound in a "roadside zoo."

 

Those who exploit our human yen

for entertaining sights

breed creatures such for human gaze

in painful and unnatural ways,

all for our vain delights.

 

For creatures bound in such conditions,

God, we humbly pray;

but even more, strike down our yen

for painful fun, and teach us then

to hate such harmful play.

 

Teach us respect for all of life

in each and every way;

teach us to love them in their place,

not snatch them from their sacred space;

Good God, change us today.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, July 2026

MUSIC: Tune REST, Frederick Charles Maker, 1887

 

 

Prompted by a discussion at this morning's Routley Lecture at the PAM Worship & Music Conference, on creation (specifically "critters") in hymnody (short form: there's not much). I do have "All creatures of our God on high" on the record, but the discussion provoked another text, on a darker side of human fascination with wild cats.

  

 

O Lord of our ancestors

"O Lord of our ancestors, are you not God above?

Are we no more your people? Have you withdrawn your love?

Do you not rule the nations? Is your great power not true?

We know not what to do, Lord, but our eyes are on you."

 

"You gave your faithful people a sanctuary place,

A land where we could live safe and covered by your grace.

Now enemies surround us, their hate and bile they spew;

We know not what to do, Lord, but our eyes are on you."

 

That cry of ancient Judah we feel again today,

Beset by vain indifference, or hatred holding sway.

How do we stand against these, and yet to you stay true?

We know not what to do, Lord, but our eyes are on you.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, July 2026, from 2 Chronicles 20:5-12

MUSIC: Tune PASSION CHORALE, Hans Leo Hassler 1601;

                  harmonization Johann Sebastian Bach, 1729.

 

 

After a sermon heard at the Presbyterian Association of Musicians' Worship & Music Conference, Montreat Conference Center on July 1, 2026 (preached by Brian Blount, president emeritus of Union Presbyterian Seminary). Yes, the sermon was on 2 Chronicles 20.