Two hymns in celebration of spring have been going round in my head in the past week. At the beginning of the week, it was this one by Frederick Jackson:
Sing a song of Maytime, sing a song of Spring;
Flowers are in their beauty, birds are on the wing.
Maytime, playtime, God has given us Maytime,
Thank him for his gifts of love, sing a song of Spring.
Oddly enough, I haven’t sung this since I was in infants’ school and I was surprised when I looked it up to discover that it had all the verses given here. However, with the hedgerows currently bursting with life, I can see what led the author to wax so lyrical about the month of May:
These were taken a week ago and already the May blossom is giving way to later varieties, such as Elderflower, but the hedgerows continue to burst with life and colour. Here is another picture from earlier in the month, when the woods were carpeted in blue:
Between the rain showers, it’s been great to be able to enjoy such amazing beauty as well as the rejuvenating warmth of the sun. And so to the second hymn that has been on my mind:
For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies,
Christ our God, to thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
(Folliot Sandford Pierpoint)