Tuesday, April 30, 2024
A healthy soul
Mumble those words! (Tozer for Tuesday)
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Yep! And that's the big beef I have w/the "name it and claim it. Stomp on it and frame it" crowd. (Or as I heard someone else call it, "Gab it and grab it!")
Scripture is not a magic sword to be wielded as we see fit. That's not why it was given. The Holy Spirit is our shield, not some magic recitation of words. Our submission to the Holy Spirit, as Peter says, is what drives the evil one away. And by submission, I mean obedience to the promptings of the Spirit, not submission to some patriarchal system set up by power-hungry (usually) men!
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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky (Tennyson)
1 Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
2 Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
3 Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Alfred Tennyson
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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Yes, that Tennyson. I didn't think he had written any hymns, and it turns out that he didn't. According to hymnary.org, "Although Lord Tennyson has not written any hymns, extracts from his poems are sometimes used as such" (John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II, 1907). So now you know.
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Monday, April 29, 2024
Every choice is a renunciation
Father, let me dedicate all this year to thee
1 Father, let me dedicate
All this year to you,
In whate'er my earthly state,
In whate'er I do.
Not from sorrow, pain, or care
Freedom dare I claim;
This alone shall be my prayer:
Glorify your name.
2 Can a child presume to choose
Where or how to live?
Can a father's love refuse
All the best to give?
More you give me ev'ry day
Than the best can claim;
Help me trust you that I may
Glorify your name.
3 If in mercy you prolong
Joys that now are mine,
If on life serene and fair
Brighter rays may shine,
Let my glad heart, while it sings,
You in all proclaim
And, whate'er the future brings,
Glorify your name.
4 If you have for me a cross
And its shadow come,
Turning all my gain to loss,
Shrouding heart and home,
Let me think how your dear Son
To his glory came
And in deepest woe pray on:
"Glorify your name."
Lawrence Tuttiett
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Sunday, April 28, 2024
Another Year is Dawning
1 Another year is dawning,
Dear Master, let it be,
In working or in waiting,
Another year with Thee.
2 Another year of mercies,
Of faithfulness and grace;
Another year of gladness,
The shining of Thy face.
3 Another year of progress,
Another year of praise,
Another year of proving
Thy presence all the days.
4 Another year of service,
Of witness for Thy love;
Another year of training
For holier work above.
5 Another year is dawning,
Dear Master, let it be,
On earth, or else in heaven,
Another year for Thee!
Frances R. Havergal
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Saturday, April 27, 2024
O God our help in ages past
1 O God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home!
2 Under the shadow of Thy throne
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages, in Thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
5 O God. our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Be Thou our Guide while life shall last,
And our eternal Home.
Isaac Watts
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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A nice rousing Isaac Watts hymn! I didn't realize that there were so many different variations in this hymn. As usual, Cyberhymnal has the most:
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Return, ye sons of men:
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.6. The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.7. Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.8. Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower’s hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night.
Friday, April 26, 2024
What is a saint?
Ten thousand times ten thousand
1 Ten thousand times ten thousand
In sparkling raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints
Throng up the steeps of light:
'Tis finished, all is finished,
Their fight with death and sin;
Fling open wide the golden gates,
And let the victors in!
2 O then what raptured greetings
On Canaan's happy shore,
What knitting severed friendships up
Where partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle,
That brimmed with tears of late;
Orphans no longer fatherless,
Nor widows desolate.
3 What rush of alleluias
Fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps
Bespeaks the triumph nigh!
O day, for which creation
And all its tribes were made;
O joy, for all its former woes
A thousandfold repaid!
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
Henry Alford
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Hymnary.org adds a verse:
4 Bring near Thy great salvation,</idle musing>
Thou Lamb for sinners slain;
Fill up the roll of Thine elect,
Then take Thy power and reign;
Appear, Desire of nations,
Thine exiles long for home;
Show in the heavens Thy promised sign;
Thou Prince and Savior, come.
Thursday, April 25, 2024
It's not optional!
Jerusalem the golden
1 Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest!
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed;
I know not, O I know not
What joys await us there;
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare!
2 They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng;
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.
3 O sweet and blessed country,
the home of God’s elect!
O sweet and blessed country,
that eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
to that dear land of rest,
Who art, with God the Father,
and Spirit, ever blessed.
Bernard of Cluny (11th century)
Tr. by John M. Neale
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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This hymn, in various forms, appears in about 900 hymnals. Cyberhymnal lists a significant number of additional verses:
3. There is the throne of David,That's way too many verses for people to sing at one time! At least now, anyway. But it makes for good devotional reading...
and there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
the song of them that feast;
And they, who with their Leader,
have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
are clad in robes of white.5. Brief life is here our portion,
brief sorrow, short lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
the tearless life, is there.
O happy retribution!
Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners,
a mansion with the blest.6. That we should look, poor wanderers,
to have our home on high!
That worms should seek for dwellings
beyond the starry sky!
And now we fight the battle,
but then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting,
and passionless renown.7. And how we watch and struggle,
and now we live in hope,
And Zion in her anguish
with Babylon must cope;
But he whom now we trust in
shall then be seen and known,
And they that know and see Him
shall have Him for their own.8. For thee, O dear, dear country,
mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding,
thy happy name, they weep:
The mention of thy glory
is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
and love, and life, and rest.9. O one, O only mansion!
O paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banished,
and smiles have no alloy;
The cross is all thy splendor,
the Crucified thy praise,
His laud and benediction
thy ransomed people raise.10. Jerusalem the glorious!
Glory of the elect!
O dear and future vision
that eager hearts expect!
Even now by faith I see thee,
even here thy walls discern;
To thee my thoughts are kindled,
and strive, and pant, and yearn.11. Jerusalem, the only,
that look’st from heaven below,
In thee is all my glory,
in me is all my woe!
And though my body may not,
my spirit seeks thee fain,
Till flesh and earth return me
to earth and flesh again.12. Jerusalem, exulting
on that securest shore,
I hope thee, wish thee,
sing thee, and love thee evermore!
I ask not for my merit:
I seek not to deny
My merit is destruction,
a child of wrath am I.13. But yet with faith I venture
and hope upon the way,
For those perennial guerdons
I labor night and day.
The best and dearest Father
who made me, and who saved,
Bore with me in defilement,
and from defilement laved.14. When in His strength I struggle,
for very joy I leap;
When in my sin I totter,
I weep, or try to weep:
And grace, sweet grace celestial,
shall all its love display,
And David’s royal fountain
purge every stain away.15. O sweet and blessèd country,
shall I ever see thy face?
O sweet and blessèd country,
shall I ever win thy grace?
I have the hope within me
to comfort and to bless!
Shall I ever win the prize itself?
O tell me, tell me, Yes!16. Strive, man, to win that glory;
toil, man, to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
till hope be lost in sight.
Exult, O dust and ashes,
the Lord shall be thy part:
His only, His forever
thou shalt be, and thou art.
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Wednesday, April 24, 2024
We intend to communicate
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That's the end of this short little book. I hope you learned something—or at least were reminded of things you already knew.
Next up is a book a friend of mine gave me just prior to the Covid-19 outbreak. It sat on my bookshelf, but then a while ago, I read something somewhere that reminded me that I own the book. So, I picked it up and began to slowly read through it. I hope you enjoy it. The name of the book is —The Holy Longing, by Ronald Heiser.
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For all the saints, who from their labor rest
(second tune) Sine Nomine. 10. 10. 10. with Allelulias.
1 For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
2 Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
3 Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
4 O blest communion, fellowship divine,
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
6 From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl, streams in the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
William W. How
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
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We always sang the second tune, the name of which always struck me as funny; sine nomine means "without a name," which by naming it means it isn't without a name any longer. Anyway, I was surprised to find that it is only in about 530 hymnals. Some add another two verses:
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The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of glory passes on His way.
Alleluia! Alleluia!8 The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest.
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
Alleluia! Alleluia!