Wonderful occasional joy and mirth is caused by misprints or misalignment of projector and screen. Today a sudden alteration to the aspect ratio meant we lost the left hand letter of every word in our liturgy. There was much to enjoy but above all else there was this, a new Yorkshire prayer of humble access:
e do not presume to come to this your table, merciful Lord
rusting in our own righteousness
Indeed we don't. As my old school song used to say, 'Die of service not of rust.'