Evensong: 1994. By SFF
On hearing birdsong in the cool of the evening after a hot day.
(Based on an Anglican hymn pattern)
“For He will hide me in His shelter in the day of trouble; He will conceal me under the cover of His tent.” Psalm 27:5
Summer’s here – hot hours swoon
Into hazy afternoon,
‘Til an evening chorus sings
“Faint we hid all weary day
In some leafy hideaway!”
Bended heads, ‘neath covering wings.
Well attended evensong
Now employs the gath’ring throng;
Sanctus! Sanctus! Hear their praise
You who are bowed down, oppressed!
In His shadow there is rest!
Sing with joy of coming days!
Sanctus! Sanctus! Faithful He!
Though ill winds scorch fearfully
And the grass grows sere and dead,
Sing of life’s awakening,
Ready in each dormant thing,
With the living water, fed.