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 Have you withdrawn your love?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.

 

 

 

 

For those who laid down life itself (A Memorial Day Hymn?)

 For those who laid down life itself'

Our thoughts are given today; 

Who breathed their last on foreign shores

Or fell at distant gates or doors,

O Lord, teach us to pray.

 

For those who answered nation's call,

And gave their lives away

In wars both noble and unjust,

Who placed in us their dying trust:

Forgive us, Lord, we pray.

 

For families torn by raging grief 

When sorrow comes to stay, 

When loss pervades both soul and mind

And on the heart begins to grind,

Bring healing, Lord, we pray.

 

We give so much to waging war

But peace ne'er gets its say.

May all these lives rebuke us now,

And Lord, we plead, some way, somehow,

Undo our warring way.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, May 2025 (Memorial Day)

MUSIC: Tune REST, Frederick Charles Maker, 1887.

 

 

Memorial Day has haunted me for some time even though my family has not known any losses in military service. Hearing a speaker today (5/26/25) at the Memorial Day observance at the National World War I Museum and Memorial in Kansas City describe the day as a kind of secular holy day prompted some further reflection. As awkward as it may be, the church cannot keep its distance from the loss of life in the very secular exercise of nations at war. If nothing, this is hopefully a start for ... something.

The rains that fall without remorse

The rains that fall without remorse 

         have washed their lives away.

For those caught in its deadly course,

Or broken by its brutal force,

         O Holy One, we pray.

 

The seas that surged beyond their shore

         have swept their lives away.

For those who lost it alll, and more,

Are longing for their lives before,

         O Holy One, we pray.

 

The winds that howl with reckless power

         have blown their lives away.

For those who in the ruins cower,

Who seek relief for just one hour,

         O Holy One, we pray.

 

O God of rain and wind and sea,

         when will the horrors cease?

For those who seek what cannot be,

Come, bring relief and set them free.

         O Holy One, grant peace.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, September 2024.

MUSIC: Tune REST, Frederick Charles Maker, 1887.

 

 

after Helene

Comes the darkness

Comes the darkness, comes the night, 
Comes the time for human rest. 
Daily rush is put to flight, 
Though sometimes our minds protest,
And such cares are put away
‘Til the breaking of the day.

Yet for some this is untrue;
Darkness brings no time for sleep.
Labor that must yet be done, 
Midnight work hours forced to keep:
Hear our prayers this eventide,
With these workers, Lord, abide.

Night for some can bring no peace, 
Due to tortures of the mind.
Darkness will not bring release;
Only torment they will find.
Jesus, bring rest to their souls, 
‘Gainst the struggling mind’s controls.

Loneliness, another foe
Keeping weary hearts awake. 
Partners pass and children grow;
Left alone, no rest to take. 
Holy Spirit, rest and stay;
Drive such loneliness away.

For these to whom rest’s denied, 
Guide them and protect them well. 
We who now seek slumber’s tide
Let this resting night excel, 
So that we, at morning’s light,
May serve those of sleepless night.

 

 

TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, April 2024.

MUSIC: TUNE REDHEAD 76, Richard Redhead, 1853.

 

 

In essence, a prayer for those who don't get to sleep at night. Partly inspired after the Baltimore bridge disaster, perhaps?