Lord of Good News, as once you came with wakening touch and kindling flame come, risen Christ, we dare to pray to Kentish hearts and homes today! Since Jutus , fourteen hundred years span fruitful peace and battle's fears: where saints have worshipped, worked and prayed, still is our living history made. While kings and priests have come and gone the prophets' warnings thunder on: throughout our church's fragile days your cross has stirred our shame, our praise. Where diverse signs and stories meet in civil square or village street, your Gospel brings the best of news, your costly gift is ours to choose. From city's edge to shoreline sail in constant hum of road or rail, from castle wall to new estate one Lord of all celebrate. Where rivers, downland, orchards merge with sprawling brick or highway verge: by spire or chimney, field or mere, Saviour, our thanks shall mark this year. When Landmarks shift and much seems strange grant us to grasp what needs to change while humble, gladly, trusting still the Scripture's word, the Spirit's will. In this rich corner of our land in you we serve , we speak, we stand: let seeds of glory be sown: through us, your reign of love be known!