Uphold Thy Church O Father

So, I've been writing a hymn every day. Jonathan challenged us to write hymns, and I used to write poetry every day when I was a younger man. I can also sing my way from judgement to easter without looking at the hymnal, so I have the benefit of the richness of all the saints who have written such a powerful body of hymns before me. Two words: Catherine Wink worth.

The quality will vary, I wrote this one when I could not sleep one night this week, so it is a little rougher.

Uphold Thy Church o Father

Church militant (cause had to have Benaiah)

Thaxted (on a goad from Emma)

An Imprecatory Psalm of Insomnia 


Uphold thy church o Father

Preserve her gracious Lord

Though all the earth despise her

Establish Thou Thy word

The world against her rages

Confounds on every hand

Sins wounds and evils wages

With wrath against her fanned

Yet thou hast granted pardon

Get hence all earthly foes!

Remembering the passion

Of Jesus Christ your son



Lord plant a new Benaiah

A David in this world

Send John and blest Elijah

That now at last be hurled

The wicked and the heathen

The haughty and the proud

That all thy faithful children

With hope and love endowed

May live in peace and quietness

And clinging to your cross

Upheld in your righteousness

Be cleansed from Earthly dross



But thou lord hast not promised

Our glory in this life

We take the cross appointed

We suffer grief and strife 

At last in death we slumber 

Before thee we shall stand

With hosts beyond all number

A great and priestly band

Apostles. Prophets, martyrs

And all the heavenly host 

Sing praise to God the Father

The Son and Holy ghost

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