Bring us O Lord God – Words John Donne (15572-1631), Music William H Harris (1883-1973)

This article first appeared in the March 2023 issues of our parish magazine. I can’t remember when I was introduced to this anthem (other than pre-pandemic), but I sang it with the Manchester Chorale, and probably in a couple of concerts. It is scored for two unaccompanied choirs, both singing at the same time, so … More Bring us O Lord God – Words John Donne (15572-1631), Music William H Harris (1883-1973)

This Little Babe – Benjamin Britten (1913-1976)

This article was written for the January 2023 issue of our parish magazine. One of my favourite mantras used in these monthly articles that carols are not just for Christmas. They are also for Advent, Epiphany, Lent and Easter. I may be stretching a point, but this piece is here in January to represent the … More This Little Babe – Benjamin Britten (1913-1976)

Thorns In the Straw Graham Kendrick (1950-present)

This article was written for inclusion in the December 2025 issue of our parish magazine. In mid-December 2024 Rev Christine cam to me with a suggestion of a new anthem for Christmas – “but not this Christmas”, she said, “it’s far too short notice!” I found the sheet music, loved it, checked with Tom, and … More Thorns In the Straw Graham Kendrick (1950-present)

Letter to the Parish

This month’s letter comes from the keyboard of Rev Christine: I pray that each of you has experienced a joyful Christmas, surrounded by family and friends. I also trust you have enjoyed all the traditional trimmings, taken time to celebrate the Christmas story, and had the chance to reconnect with those you may not see … More Letter to the Parish

Myn Lyking

In music terms, this is an ancient Christmas Carol, dating from the 16th century. I was only introduced to it two Christmases ago though. Cast your mind back. December 2020 was a bleak time. Only a few people were allowed in our churches, and major festivals and services were pre-recorded. Great efforts were made to … More Myn Lyking

Nativity Now

She was so tired, as they walked along, Only his arm kept her from falling down. The child within her clamoured to be born She was not much more than a child herself. The hostel for the homeless, by this time, Was full to overflowing, “It’s the rules,” The warden said, not without sympathy, “There’s … More Nativity Now