St. Giles’ Cathedral 

Morning Service at 11:30am 

Remembrance Sunday 

Sunday 12th November 2023

Organ Music 

Henry Walford-Davies Solemn Melody

C.H.H.Parry Elegy in A flat

 

Introit

 They shall grow not old

 

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.

 

Text: Laurence Binyon 1869-1943

Music: Douglas Guest 1916-1996

 

 Processional Hymn 

Fill your hearts with joy and gladness,
sing and praise your God and mine!
Great the Lord in love and wisdom,
might and majesty divine!
He who framed the starry heavens
knows and names them as they shine!

Praise the Lord, his people, praise him!
Wounded souls his comfort know;
those who fear him find his mercies,
peace for pain and joy for woe;
humble hearts are high exalted,
human pride and power laid low.

Praise the Lord for times and seasons,
cloud and sunshine, wind and rain;
spring to melt the snows of winter
till the waters flow again;
grass upon the mountain pastures,
golden valleys thick with grain.

Fill your hearts with joy and gladness,
peace and plenty crown your days;
love his laws, declare his judgments,
walk in all his words and ways;
he the Lord and we his children:
praise the Lord, all people, praise!

 

Text: Timothy Dudley-Smith b.1926 from Psalm 147

Music: Rhuddlan CH4 103 Welsh Traditional Melody

  

Scripture Sentences

 

The Preces

O Lord open thou our lips

 

Heathcote Statham 1889-1973

 

Bidding

 

Prayer

 

Collect

 Great and loving God, your wisdom is radiant and unfading, easily discerned by all who seek your way. When faithful people live in love and work for justice, heaven breaks into earth. Give us the grace to live confidently and expectantly, trusting that the Lord of history, who has been approaching from all eternity, comes into life continually with compassion, redemption and hope. Amen

 

Old Testament                      Micah 5  1-5

Read by Rear Admiral Mark Beverstock National President,  

The Royal British Legion Scotland and Poppy Scotland

 

The Choir sings Psalm 91

 

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most high, shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.

A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.

Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;

There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.

Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.

With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.

 

New Testament         Revelation 22 1-5

Read by Baroness Annabel MacNicoll Goldie DL, Minister of State for Defence in the House of Lords

 

The Gospel                St Matthew 5  38-48

Read by The Rt Hon Humza Yousaf MSP, The First Minister of Scotland

 

Hymn

 Healing river of the Spirit,

bathe the wounds that living brings.

Plunge our pain, our sin, our sadness

deep beneath your sacred springs.

Weary from the restless searching

that has lured us from your side,

we discover in your presence

peace the world cannot provide.

 

Wellspring of the healing Spirit,

stream that flows to bring release,

as we gain our selves, our senses,

may our lives reflect your peace.

Grateful for the flood that heals us,

may your Church enact your grace.

As we meet both friend and stranger,

may we see our Saviour’s face.

 

Living stream that heals the nations,

make us channels of your power.

All the world is torn by conflict;

wars are raging at this hour.

Saving Spirit, move among us,

guide our winding human course,

till we find our way together,

flowing homeward to our Source.

 

Text: Ruth C Duck b.1947

Music: Joel CH4 707 Sally Ann  Morris b.1952

 

 Sermon

 

Anthem

 How lovely are thy dwellings fair

 

How lovely are thy dwellings fair O lord of Hosts,
My soul ever longeth and fainteth for the blest courts of the Lord 
my heart and flesh do cry to the living God, 
Blest are they that in Thy house are dwelling, they ever praise Thee

 

Text: Psalm 84

Music: Johannes Brahms 1833-1897

 

 The Offering

 

Prayer

 

The Lord’s Prayer 

Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come, thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.

 

Hymn  

It came upon the midnight clear,

that glorious song of old,

from angels bending near the earth

to touch their harps of gold:

'Peace on the earth, good will to men

from heaven's all-gracious King!'

The world in solemn stillness lay

to hear the angels sing.

 

Still through the cloven skies they come,

with peaceful wings unfurled;

and still their heavenly music floats

o'er all the weary world:

above its sad and lowly plains

they bend on hovering wing;

and ever o'er its Babel-sounds

the blessed angels sing.

 

But with the woes of sin and strife

the world has suffered long;

beneath the angels’ hymn have rolled

two thousand years of wrong;

and warring humankind hears not

the love-song which they bring:

oh, hush the noise and still the strife,

and hear the angels sing.

 

For lo, the days are hastening on,

by prophet-bards foretold,

when, with the ever-rolling years,

still dawns the Age of Gold;

when peace shall over all the earth

its ancient splendours fling,

and the whole world give back the song

which now the angels sing.

 

Text: Edmund Hamilton Sears 1810-76

Tune: Noel CH4 303 Traditional adapted by Arthur Sullivan 1842-1900

 

Benediction

 

Organ Voluntary

Edward Elgar Nimrod

 

 

CCL Licence No 980930

Streaming Licence 57837

The service was conducted by The Rev Sigrid Marten

The preacher was The Rt Rev Sally Foster-Fulton,

Moderator of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland