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Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Summer in London - 5

O ye of little faith!



Here we see His Eminence in the garden of Buckingham Palace photographed with the Sales Director of Walkers Shortbread.

I was attending the Coronation Festival at Buckingham Palace and was representing The Pilgrims Table at St Andrew's Cathedral, Inverness. The Festival was organised by the Royal Warrant Holders Association, of which Walkers Shortbread is a proud member. I am pleased to say that Walkers treated me like royalty - naturally!

One of the Palace Officials complimented me on the fact that my apron matched the chairs and staging. Sadly, I was not taken on as a butler to the Royal Household. Still, I would be happy to swap the apron for a scarlet cassock and act as Chaplain to the Queen. (Hint!)

Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His pierc├Ęd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.


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