Dipping into the treasury
Unless they are the sort who throw away every scrap of unwanted paper, people who work with hymns acquire in time a small mountain of other people's products. We keep them because they were written by friends, or struck us as interesting; because we might value a chance to sing them, or because they are there.
On this column's 48th and final appearance, lean over my shoulder as I whiz through some which by various routes have reached me over many years. Let's start with A.
'A daring age is ours; we probe the skies at will', wrote Rosamond Herklots of Bromley; undated, but she died in 1987. She wrote more than just 'Forgive our sins' and this one leads from science, conflict and confusion to Christ.
