Opening for Private Prayer

This Sunday (5th July) we are (at last) opening St Mary’s again for private prayer from 5 – 7 pm. This is obviously a major step forward, but it will be quite a different experience to pre-lockdown times. Because of the organ work going on at the West end, we will be using the door on the Southeast of the church, which leads into the St. Nicholas chapel. There will be signs to direct you, and a steward to assist. This is very much a first step towards resuming public worship, and there will be further news soon.

Virtual Summer Fair

St Mary’s has a long tradition of having a summer fair on the 1st Saturday of July. Due to the restrictions in place at the moment, it will not be possible to have it in its usual form this year, but we thought we could put on some virtual events instead. Payments for all the events will be via Paypal.

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Auction of Talents and Tasks

Are you looking for a job to be done or someone to teach you a new skill. Perhaps a way to treat yourself while supporting St Mary’s. Have a read through this list of things people have offered to do, and if you would like to bid on any, email andrewc633@gmail.com with the amount you would be prepared to pay. Bids must be in by 6pm on July 5th.

If you have something you would be prepared to offer for the auction, email the same address by June 28th.

Bake a cake

Bake a cake for a friend or neighbour and ask them to donate online as a thank you. Or bake a cake for yourself and donate.

Great Fishponds Treasure Hunt

Saturday 4th July. For families and Individuals alike, seek out 22 letters from 20 clues given to find a Fishponds landmark. First correct entry wins a £25 gift voucher. Entry fee £5. Email andrewc633@gmail.com to register.

Quiz Night

Saturday 18th July, at 7:30pm. Via Zoom.

£5 adults. Children free. All questions will be related to Fishponds in some way. Email andrewc633@gmail.com to register.

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Saturday 16th May 7.30 – St Mary’s Big QUIZ 

In Aid of 

Christian Aid Week 10-16 May  

This event will be held on Zoom

Suggested donation to Christian Aid – £5 per adult participant

Teams of up to 6 

To register and receive joining instructions and further information, please e mail

Andrewc633@gmail.com

Join us for a great night in!

Coronavirus affects us all – we need to support our neighbours across the world.

Christian Aid Week 10-16 May

Holy Saturday

Thine be the glory,
Risen, conqu’ring Son;
Endless is the victory,
Thou o’er death hast won;
Angels in bright raiment
Rolled the stone away,
Kept the folded grave clothes
Where Thy body lay.
Thine be the glory,
Risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victory,
Thou o’er death hast won.


Lo! Jesus meets us,
Risen from the tomb;
Lovingly He greets us,
Scatters fear and gloom;
Let the church with gladness,
Hymns of triumph sing;
For her Lord now liveth,
Death hath lost its sting.
Thine be the glory,
Risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victory,
Thou o’er death hast won.


No more we doubt Thee,
Glorious Prince of life;
Life is naught without Thee;
Aid us in our strife;
Make us more than conquerors,
Through Thy deathless love:
Bring us safe through Jordan
To Thy home above.
Thine is the glory,
Risen conquering Son,
Endless is the victory,
Thou o’er death hast won.

Good Friday

I tread on the grass where the dew lies deep
While the air is clear and the world’s asleep;
I tramp on the verge of a dream that’s gone –
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!
Morning!
How can daylight dawn
Now I miss the Lord of the Morning?
 
I trod through the streets on the resting day,
Not a soul in sight, not a child at play;
I tramped on the ash of a fire once bright —
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!
Morning!
Let it still be night,
For I miss the Lord of the Morning!
 
I trod all the way from the town to the hill
And I found my way, but I lost my will;
I tramped up the stairs to a room turned strange –
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!
Morning!
Nothing can derange
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!
 
I trod out the hours on a wine-stained floor
Till the darkness warned of the day in store;
I tramped to a garden, engulfed in dread –
How I miss the Lord of the Morning!
Morning!
Life and love are dead
And I miss the Lord of the Morning.



Text: Lord of the morning by John Bell © Wild Goose Resource Group
Artwork by Mark Simms