A Hymn to the Humber.

You couldn't make it up (nor could I, but my friend Adrian could!)

"We are gathered near the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its Humber tide forever,
It is there, and for us, that of God.
Yes, we're gathered near the river,
Our very own (the beautiful), this river;
Joining with the saints by the river:
So close to the very flow of God.

On the margin of the river,
The Hull* meets the Humber's way,
We sing now and worship ever,
Giving thanks, giving thanks, as we may.
Yes, we're gathered near the river,
Our very own (the beautiful), this river;
Joining with the saints by the river:
So close to the very flow of God.

The blue, blue Humber

       [If in Barton, sing 'Trent']

We do love this bluest river,
Soon our worshipping will cease;
Our glad hearts are a-quiver
With a yes to the fine song of peace.
Yes, we're gathered near the river,
Our very own (the beautiful), this river;
Joining with the saints by the river:
So close to the very flow of God.

Ere we know this shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
To our spirits will deliver,
Grace to hearts, uplifts souls, making home.
Yes, we're gathered near the river,
Our very own (the beautiful), this river;
Joining with the saints by the river:
So close to the very flow of God."