George Thomas Coster   1 comment

Above:  Hessle and Hull, England

Image Source = Google Earth

George Thomas Coster (1835-1912) was an English Congregationalist minister, hymn writer, and humanitarian.


From North and South and East and West:

King of the City Splendid:

Lord of the Gracious Sunshine:

O Friend Divine, With Thee Apart:

O God Our Father, Throned on High:

We Join With All, In Every Place:


Posted February 13, 2021 by neatnik2009 in Sources Co

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Lord of the Gracious Sunshine   2 comments

Above:  The Union Jack

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Text (1893) by George Thomas Coster (1835-1912), an Englishman

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904), which lists it under the category “Our Country”

A Temperance Hymn


Lord of the gracious sunshine,

Lord of the angry flame,

Thou in the book of nations

Hast writ our country’s name:

Blot it not thence, we pray thee,

To our eternal shame!


There is a foe among us,

That’s stronger than the strong,

In men the manhood slaying,

To children doing wrong:

And shall it rage forever?

How long, O Lord, how long?


Eyes charmed to blindness, open,

This subtle foe to shun;

Breathe in each patriot bosom

The spirit of thy Son;

From all self-pleasing save us,

And let thy will be done!


O God, for this, our home-land,

We lift our prayer to thee:

Pardon us, Lord, and may we

Be pure, and strong, and free,

And while the earth remaineth,

Thy people ever be!


Posted February 13, 2021 by neatnik2009 in Community and Country 1800s

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From North and South and East and West   2 comments

Above:  World Map, 1570

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Text (1864) by George Thomas Coster (1835-1912)

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904)


From north and south and east and west,

When shall the peoples, long unblest,

All find their everlasting rest,

O Christ, in thee?


When shall the climes of ageless snow

Be with the gospel light aglow,

And all men their Redeemer know,

O Christ, in thee?


When on each southern balmy coast,

Shall ransomed men, in countless host,

Rise, heart and voice, to make sweet boast,

O Christ, in thee?


O when in all the Orient lands,

From cities white and flaming sands,

Shall men lift dedicated hands,

O Christ, to thee?


O when shall heathen darkness roll

Away in light, from pole to pole,

And endless day by every soul

Be found in thee?


Bring, Lord, the long-predicted hour,

The ages’ diadem and flower,

When all shall find their refuge, tower,

And home in thee!


O Friend Divine, With Thee Apart   2 comments

Above:  The Communion of the Apostles

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Text (Published in 1900) by George Thomas Coster (1835-1912)

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904)


O Friend divine, with thee apart

Communing we have rest;

A blissful stillness rules the heart

That thus is blest.


Thou call’st us from the strain of care

And from the battle strife,

To win in quietude of prayer

Abundant life.


Thy call to fellowship how sweet!

With thee the silent mind

In thy great light itself can greet,

Its fulness find.


Wise patience is thy gift,–and strength

For thee to toil, then wait

For harvest days that come at length,

And ne’er too late.


With thee the boundlessness we learn

Of good for us in store,

That, much received, we yet may turn

To thee for more.


With thee communing grow we brave

Our heart with joy is rife:

No fear! and see we e’en the grave

As Gate of Life.


Posted February 13, 2021 by neatnik2009 in Eucharist 1900s, The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904)

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We Join With All, In Every Place   2 comments

Above:  The Communion, by Lucas Velàzquez

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Text (1891) by George Thomas Coster (1835-1912)

Hymn Source = The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904)


We join with all, in every place,

Who celebrate the undying grace

That bowed in death to save our race,–

With all, upon the land and sea,

That lowly bend adoring knee,

And, Saviour, now remember thee,–


With all in chamber lone that make

Their prayer, in pause of pain, and break

The bread, and of the cup partake,–

With all in reverent throngs that now

Within thy temple loving bow,

And breathe the sacramental vow,–


With all our kin beyond the foam,

Who find, though in far lands they roam,

Still in thy love their life, their home,–

We join with all, where’er they be,

Who bend commemorative knee,

And now in love remember thee.


Posted February 13, 2021 by neatnik2009 in Eucharist 1900s, The Pilgrim Hymnal (1904)

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O God Our Father, Throned on High   2 comments

Above:  Icon of PIetà

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Text by George Thomas Coster (1835-1912); written for The Fellowship Hymnbook, National Council of Adult School Unions (founded in 1899)

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnary–Revised Edition (1927)


O God our Father, throned on high,

Enrobed in ageless splenour,

To Thee, in awe and love and joy,

Ourselves we would surrender–

To live obedient to Thy will

As servants to each other,

And show our faithfulness to Thee

By love to one another.


To serve by love! O teach us how;

Be this our great vocation–

To comfort grief, to seek the lost

With message of salvation;

In loving may our full hearts beat,

Our words be wise and winning;

In helping others may our joy

Have ever new beginning.


Thee, Lord, for Thy dear Son we bless;

His heart for us was broken;

O love! upon the bitter Cross

Thy deepest word was spoken;

The echo of that word is heard

In love for every brother;

So test we, Lord, our love for Thee,

By loving one another.


King of the City Splendid   2 comments

Above:  The New Jerusalem and the River of Life

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Text (1897) by George Thomas Coster (1835-1912)

Hymn Source = The Methodist Hymnal (1935)


King of the City Splendid,

Eternal in the height,

May all our country’s cities

Grow holy in Thy sight;

Cleansed from the deeds of darkness–

Cities of light.


Teach love to gladden children

That know not childhood’s mirth,

Wronged of their rights–no beauty

In their scant reach of earth;

To hope’s large sunshine give them

A second birth.


Give joy to all the joyless,

Song’s voice to sorrow’s dumb,

May light invade with blessing

Each dark and deathly slum;

Into earth’s realms of horror

Thy kingdom come!


Soon may our country’s cities

Thy robe of glory wear;

Each place of toil a temple,

Each house a home of prayer;

Each city’s name of beauty–

The Lord is there!


A Prayer Regarding Donatism   1 comment

Above:  Donatus

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Loving God, for whom to exist is to care,

may we refrain from being judgmental jerks in your name.

May our zeal for the truth, as we understand it,

not transform us into theologically rigid, off-putting people.

May we, without excusing the inexcusable,

not behave, write, speak, and think inexcusably and judgmentally,

thereby creating division and unpleasantness needlessly.

May we not imagine that we know more than we do.

May our imagined wisdom not feed our private forms of Donatism.

If we commit Donatism, please forgive us and help us to repent.

In the Name of God:  Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.  Amen.










Posted July 15, 2020 by neatnik2009 in Lent/Confession of Sin 2000s, Prayers I Wrote

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Albert F. Bayly   1 comment

Above:  The Flag of England

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Albert Frederick Bayly (1901-1984) was an English Congregationalist/United Reformed minister.


Fire of God, Thou Sacred Flame:

Lord of All Good:

Lord, Save Thy World:

Lord, Whose Love Through Humble Service:

O Lord of Every Shining Constellation:

Thy Love, O God, has All Mankind Created:


Posted May 19, 2020 by neatnik2009 in Sources B

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When the Morning Stars Together   Leave a comment


Above:  Midnight Sun

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Text by Albert F. Bayly (1901-1984)

Hymn Source = Common Praise (1998), the Anglican Church of Canada


When the morning stars together their creator’s glory sang,

and the angel host all shouted till with joy the heavens rang,

then your wisdom and your greatness their exultant music told,

all the beauty and the splendour which your mighty works unfold.


When in synagogue and temple voices raised their psalmist’ songs,

offering the adoration which alone to you belongs;

when the singers and the cymbals with the trumpet made accord,

glory filled the house of worship, and all knew your presence, Lord.


Voice and instrument, in union through the ages, spoke your praise,

Plainsong, tuneful tuneful hymns, and anthems told your faithful, gracious ways.

Choir and orchestra and organ each a sacred offering brought,

while inspired by your Spirit, poet and composer wrought.


Lord, we bring our gift of music; tough our lips and fire our hearts,

teach our minds and train our senses, fit us for this sacred art.

Then with skill and consecration we would serve you, Lord, and give

all our powers to glorify you, and, in serving, fully life.