Prayers and hymns of S. Thomas’ College

The Collect for S. Thomas’ College

Father, who has through many years, and by many bountiful servants, blessed this College for an house of faith and fruitful study; grant us likewise in this place so to learn truth as to bear its light along all our ways, and so to learn Christ as ever to be found in him; who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end. – Amen.

A Prayer for S. Thomas’ College by Rev’d Cyril William Wood – 1st Warden

O God, from Whom cometh every good and perfect gift, send Thy blessing, we beseech Thee, on this School; grant that all who are engaged here as teachers may so fulll their duties as hereafter to render the account thereof to Thee with joy; and to them who are taught here, impart, we beseech Thee, willing and obedient hearts, so that they may receive rightly the instruction aorded them, and study to become faithful members of Thy Church and to do their duty in those stations of life to which Thou mayest be pleased to call them. Grant that all who assemble here may look up with respect to their superiors, but above all with reverence to Thee, their Father in Heaven, that they may live together in unity and godly love, and as they grow in years may grow in grace and in favour both with Thee and all men, so that nally with the residue of Thy Holy Church we may all be joined together again in Thy Heavenly Kingdom, there to dwell with Thee, world without end, through Jesus Christ our Lord. – Amen.

Hymn sung at the beginning of term


Father in Heaven, who lovest all,
O help Thy children when they call,
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.

Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth,
That, in our time, Thy grace may give
The truth whereby the nations live.

Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day,
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.

Teach us to look in all our ends,
On Thee for Judge, and not our friends,
That we may walk with Thee uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.

Teach us the strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak,
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man’s strength to comfort man’s distress.

Teach us delight in simple things,
And mirth that has no bitter springs,
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And love to all men ’neath the sun.

Words: Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
Tune: pensum sacrum, adapted by J. S. Bach (1735 – 1782)

Hymn sung at the end of term


Lord, thou hast brought us to our journey’s end:
Once more to thee our thankful prayers ascend;
Once more we stand to praise thee for the past;
Grant prayer and praise be honest at the last.

For all the joys which thou hast deigned to share,
For all the pains which thou hast helped to bear.
For all our friends, in life and death the same,
We thank thee, Lord, and praise thy glorious name.

If from thy paths, by chastening undismayed,
If, for thy gifts ungrateful, we have strayed,
If in thy house our prayers were faint and few,
Forgive, O Lord, and build our hearts anew.

If we have learnt to feel our neighbour’s need,
To fi­ght for truth in thought and word and deed,
If there be lessons which the years have taught,
Then ‘stablish, Lord, what thou in us hast wrought.

So be our rest thy palaces most fair,
Not built with hands, whose stones thy praise declare:
Where war is not, and all thy sons are free,
Where thou art known, and all is known in thee.

Words: C. A. Alington (1972-1955)
Tune: Roy Yin (1910-2010), Hurstpierpoint

Hymn sung at the Feast of the Transfiguration – 6th August


‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,
thy glory ­lls the night;
thy face and garments, like the sun,
shine with unborrowed light.

‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,
thy beauty to behold,
where Moses and Elijah stand,
thy messengers of old.

Ful­filler of the past,
promise of things to be,
we hail thy body glori­ed,
and our redemption see.

Before we taste of death,
we see thy kingdom come;
we fain would hold the vision bright,
and make this hill our home.

‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,
yet we may not remain;
but since thou bidst us leave the mount,
come with us to the plain.

Words: J. Armitage Robinson (1858 – 1933)
Tune: C. Lockhart (1745 – 1815), Carlisle