List of Churches in Greater Manchester - Bury

Bury

Church Image Locality Denomination Completed Ref.
St Mary the Virgin Bury Church of England 1876
St Paul Bury Church of England
(now redundant)
1842
St Mary the Virgin Prestwich Church of England 1895
St Margaret Prestwich Church of England 1899
Christ Church Walshaw Church of England 1892
St. Hilda Prestwich Church of England 1922
St. George Simister Church of England 1915
St. Gabriel Sedgley Park, Prestwich Church of England 1933
Our Lady of Grace Prestwich Roman Catholic 1931
Prestwich Methodist Church Prestwich Methodist
Heaton Park Methodist Church Prestwich Methodist
St Mary Radcliffe Church of England 1817
St Thomas and St John Radcliffe Church of England 1872
Christ Church Ramsbottom Baptist Methodist
Dundee United Reformed Church Ramsbottom United Reformed Church
Edenfield Parish Church Ramsbottom Church of England 1778
Edenfield Methodist Church Ramsbottom Methodist 1881
Emmanuel Church Centre Ramsbottom Church of England
Emmanuel Holcombe Ramsbottom Church of England
Greenmount United Reformed Church Ramsbottom United Reformed Church
Holcombe Brook Methodist Church Ramsbottom Methodist
Ramsbottom Pentecostal Church Ramsbottom Pentecostal
Ramsbottom Independent Evangelical Church Ramsbottom Evangelical
St Andrew Ramsbottom Church of England 1834
St Marie Bury Roman Catholic 1842
St Mary Hawkshaw Church of England 1892
St Joseph Ramsbottom Roman Catholic 1880
St Paul Ramsbottom Church of England 1850
St Philip Stubbins Church of England 1927
St John in the Wilderness Shuttleworth Church of England 1847
Holy Trinity Bury Church of England
(now redundant)
1863
St Peter Bury Church of England 1901
St Thomas Bury Church of England 1866

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