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This collection of 124 new hymns by Martin Leckebusch highlights the vitality of contemporary hymn writing and its place in modern worship. Inspired by a vibrant tradition which stretches back several hundred years, and which has nourished Martin's own walk with God, the texts cover a broad range of themes and almost all can be sung to familiar tunes.
Hymns frequently anchor our faith in the big story of God's plan of salvation; the often remind us of our belonging to one another as well as to Christ; they help us to explore what discipleship means in different situations; and they offer possibilities in narrative, lament, reflection and other styles.
These texts are offered with the prayer that they may become part of that one great song of praise which will find its fulfilment only in the age to come.
O West Bank town
O West Bank town of Bethlehem,
how still thy victims lie;
the grieving weep, deprived of sleep;
militiamen roam by;
for through thy dark streets rageth
the never-ending fight:
such hopes and fears, such bitter tears
are met in thee tonight.
O morning news, O papers,
report the dreadful dearth
of saints who sing to praise the King,
of peace across the earth;
where Christ was born of Mary
'midst wondering angels' love,
in anguish deep, sad mortals keep
few thoughts of things above.
How violently, how violently
the hope of peace is riven;
can God imparts to these torn hearts
the blessings of his heaven?
Who now recalls his coming
to this dark world of sin?
Where harsh words still promote ill-will,
can Christ now enter in?
O Child once born in Bethlehem,
draw near again, we pray;
you died to win this world from sin -
yet sin persists today.
May we, like Christmas angels,
till all are given a glimpse of heaven
and not a taste of hell.
- Martin Leckebusch
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