This hymn, by Richard Lucas, was originally written and sung in the immediate aftermath of the killing of children in Dunblane. It has been revised a number of times as world events have unfolded.

There are two versions: the first is suitable for use in times of war or terrorist attack; the second can be of use when we remember the work of those who care for older people with memory problems and dementia.

First version

To the dark place bring a candle,

to the cold place bring a flame,

in the night of our despairing

light and warmth shall come again;

for the candle in the darkness

is the light that shines the way,

and the flame that burns within us

is the hope that brings the day.

To the helpless and bewildered,

to the victims of the gun,

bring the suffering, dying Jesus,

bring God's broken, murdered Son;

he who brings no easy answer

to the heart that will not mend

suffers in us and beside us

and is with us to the end.

To the ones whose love lies buried

’neath the mud and fading flowers,

bring the calm that rests the weary

in the darkest of all hours;

he, who in the tomb lay broken

travels with us through our night,

by his word of love once spoken

brings the candle-glow of light.

To us, as the storm-clouds gather,

in the skies of west and east,

to us, fearful of the future,

of the threat of war unleashed,

to our world, of peace despairing,

to our world of threat and blame

to our dark place bring a candle,

to our cold place bring a flame.

Richard Lucas

Second version

To the dark place bring a candle,

to the cold place bring a flame,

in the night of our despairing

light and warmth shall come again;

for the candle in the darkness

is the light that shines the way,

and the flame that burns within us

is the hope that brings the day.

To the helpless and bewildered,

to the lonely and confused

bring the suffering, dying Jesus,

broken, murdered and abused;

he who brings no easy answer

to the heart that will not mend

suffers in us and beside us

and is with us to the end.

To the ones whose love lies buried

deep beyond their memory’s powers

bring the calm that rests the weary

in the darkest of all hours;

he, who in the tomb lay broken

travels with us through our night,

by his word of love once spoken

brings the candle-glow of light.

And to those who suffer, caring

for their parents, partners, friends,

come to them, compassion bearing,

come, that love that knows no ends

to them, in the night, despairing,

to them in their fear and blame

to the dark place bring a candle,

to the cold place bring a flame.

Richard Lucas