General (Vol. 3)
Home and Away
- How easy, Lord, it is to prize
Familiar sites filled with familiar prayer,
And to regret when this applies
To ever fewer people every year:
Stir up Thy Church that this familiarity
Strengthens our love for those who know not Thee. - Though comfort is a blessed gift
Which Church and churchyard nourish and increase,
And ancient, well loved rituals uplift,
Bringing a generous sense of inner peace:
Let us gain strength within Thy well loved fold
To venture out in witness, calm but bold. - And though we may seem few at last,
And fewer yet with every turning year,
May we be measured by our haste
To bring new pilgrims to Thy altar dear:
This is Thy Church and only Thou knows best
How well we stand, how faithful and how blessed.