As Remembrance Sunday approaches, our churches are marking the occasion in a variety of ways:
Clayton are inviting their congregation to put remembrance crosses in their rose garden in the grounds of the church.
Crumpsall are commemorating Remembrance Sunday with a Parade Service at 10.30am led by Matt Smith. This will include an Act of Remembrance outside in the church grounds at 11am. Members of the Crumpsall Concert Band will play the Last Post and Reveille.
Moston will have a Poppy flower arrangement and at 11am we will have someone play the last post.
Withington will be having a special floral display in morning worship and hope to project our memorial window from the upstairs hall in the service downstairs. We will also have a (small) commemorative display in our church porch on Wilmslow Rd.
For those who are unable to attend services in church our weekly online Circuit Worship will take place on Zoom from 6.30pm. If you would like to join us, please click here to contact Caroline Wickens to request the link.
Hymn:
Poem:
For the Fallen
by Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
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Prayer:
Written and read by the Revd Gary Watt, Army Chaplain.
For more Methodist resources relating to Remembrance Sunday click here.
