I wrote this song based on a prayer written by Fiona Barnard during a time of transition for St Andrews Baptist Church (St Andrews, Scotland), with the impending retirement of our pastor Andrew Rollinson.

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O sovereign God, Lord of earth and sea and heavens:
this here is your church and we travel with you; 
in calm waves or stormy lift up our eyes to you, Lord;
grant us depth and passion when gathered in prayer.

O saving God, Jesus come and be among us:
make us salt and light in the place you appoint;
show how we may touch our community in fresh ways;
cause our work with children and students to thrive.

Spirit of God, holy breath of peace and power:
may we further see people coming to faith;
release, Lord, fresh gifts and new ministries among us;
guide us joined in joy to the leaders we need.

O triune God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit:
teach what teamwork means in our diversity;
and so in our love and maturity may we grow;
help us trust and risk for your glory's increase.

St Andrews Prayer

I wrote this song based on question 1 of the Heidelberg Catechism.

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One comfort's mine in life and in death
is that I am not my own;
but I belong, both body and soul, 
to Jesus my Saviour true.
He's fully paid for all of my sins
with his precious blood for me;
from Satan’s power and cruel tyranny
Christ Jesus has set me free.

No sparrow falls unnoticed by God,
though lowly that it may be;
so greater then, if I'm worth much more,
the watch he keeps over me;
for not one hair from my head may fall
but willed by my Father God;
indeed all things together must work
to see my salvation gained.

Because I now to Jesus belong
his Spirit affirms to me
that my new life in union with Christ
will be for eternity;
and, changing all my worthless desires
for one with a true reward,
he forms in me a wholehearted will
to live now on for my Lord,
to live now on for my Lord.

One Comfort's Mine

I wrote this song around the Shepherd theme found in Psalm 23, Luke 15 and John 10.

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As the Lord is my Shepherd no good thing I lack;
to green pastures he brings me to rest
and to cool, quiet waters he leads me to drink,
that my thirsty soul may be refreshed.

My Good Shepherd, my Saviour Jesus,
came for me when lost I roamed;
my Good Shepherd, my Saviour Jesus,
rescued me and brought me home.

With the Lord as my Shepherd there's nothing I fear;
I was lost once but now I am found,
for he called me by name and his voice I now know,
the Good Shepherd who laid his life down.

My Good Shepherd, my Saviour Jesus,
came for me when lost I roamed;
my Good Shepherd, my Saviour Jesus,
rescued me and brought me home.

There are others that Jesus is yet seeking out,
a great flock that he's gathering in;
as his Father knows him, so our Shepherd knows us
and he thwarts all who'd snatch us from him.

My Good Shepherd, my Saviour Jesus,
came for me when lost I roamed;
my Good Shepherd, my Saviour Jesus,
rescued me and brought me home.

My Good Shepherd, my Saviour Jesus,
came for me when lost I roamed;
my Good Shepherd, my Saviour Jesus,
rescued me and brought me home.

My Good Shepherd

This is a song I wrote about God's providence, based on questions 30 and 31 of the Heidelberg Catechism.

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O Lord, I trust your wise providence,
your mighty and present power
whereby your hand still upholds and rules
the heavens, earth, creatures all.

So leaf and blade and rainfall and drought,
the fruitful and barren years,
my food, my drink, my health good and ill,
both riches and poverty,
indeed all things, indeed all things,
come not to me by purposeless chance
but by your fatherly hand.

If this I know the hard times I'll bear,
the good times I'll thank you for,
and I will have a firm confidence
in my faithful Father God
that from your love I can’t be torn;
for every creature's so in your hand,
it only moves by your will.

For all things come to me not by chance
but by your fatherly hand.

Your Fatherly Hand

This song is based on Psalm 1. The tune is an arrangement of the traditional Irish melody used for "She Moved Through the Fair".

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Oh blessed is the one who sin's way does not walk,
who won’t sit among those who put God to mock;
the law of the Lord is instead their delight,
and their meditation by day and by night.

For they're like a tree that by streams puts down roots,
whose leaf does not wither, which always yields fruit,
for all they do prospers; but those set in sin
are surely like chaff blown away by the wind.

And so in the judgement the sinners won't stand,
the righteous assembly won’t be where they’re found;
for God watches over the righteous one's path,
but as for the wicked, their way leads to death.

Hamish Lawson