Sunday, June 27, 2010

Hymns #13 - Blest Is the Nation Where the Lord

Blest Is the Nation Where the Lord

Blest is the nation where the Lord
Hath fixed His gracious throne,
Where He reveals His heav’nly Word
And calls their tribes His own.

His eye with infinite survey
Does the whole behold;
He formed us all of equal clay
And knows our feeble mold.

Kings are not rescued by the force
Of armies from the grave;
Nor speed nor courage of a horse
Can the bold rider save.

Vain is the strength of beasts or men,
To hope for safety thence;
But holy souls from God obtain
A sure and strong defense.

God is their fear, and God their trust;
When plagues or famine spread,
His watchful eye secures the just
Among ten thousand dead.

Lord, let our hearts in Thee rejoice,
And bless us from Thy throne;
For we have made Thy Word our choice,
And trust Thy grace alone.

(Words by Isaac Watts)

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Hymns #12 - At the Name of Jesus

At the Name of Jesus

At the Name of Jesus, every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him King of glory now;
’Tis the Father’s pleasure we should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning was the mighty Word.

Mighty and mysterious in the highest height,
God from everlasting, very light of light:
In the Father’s bosom with the spirit blest,
Love, in love eternal, rest, in perfect rest.

At His voice creation sprang at once to sight,
All the angel faces, all the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations, stars upon their way,
All the heavenly orders, in their great array.

Humbled for a season, to receive a name
From the lips of sinners unto whom He came,
Faithfully He bore it, spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious when from death He passed.

Bore it up triumphant with its human light,
Through all ranks of creatures, to the central height,
To the throne of Godhead, to the Father’s breast;
Filled it with the glory of that perfect rest.

Name Him, brothers, name Him, with love strong as death
But with awe and wonder, and with bated breath!
He is God the Savior, He is Christ the Lord,
Ever to be worshipped, trusted and adored.

In your hearts enthrone Him; there let Him subdue
All that is not holy, all that is not true;
Crown Him as your Captain in temptation’s hour;
Let His will enfold you in its light and power.

Brothers, this Lord Jesus shall return again,
With His Father’s glory, with His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him King of glory now.

(Words by Caroline M. Noel)

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Hymns #11 - All Glory, Laud and Honor

All Glory, Laud and Honor

Refrain

All glory, laud and honor,
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.

Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David’s royal Son,
Who in the Lord’s Name comest,
The King and Blessèd One.

Refrain

The company of angels
Are praising Thee on High,
And mortal men and all things
Created make reply.

Refrain

The people of the Hebrews
With palms before Thee went;
Our prayer and praise and anthems
Before Thee we present.

Refrain

To Thee, before Thy passion,
They sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.

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Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.

Refrain

(Words by Theodulph of Orleans, circa 820)

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Lessons from Nature, Part 2

A couple days ago I was at a local metro park again, walking, praying, thinking, and feeding the chickadees. Had a number of "hits" today, more than in recent days, which was nice. It got me to thinking again about the matter of trust (see previous post) and feeding.

Sometimes the chickadees fly to a nearby tree branch, then sit there eying you and the food in your hand. They may flit about a bit while trying to decide whether to come in for a landing and get a treat. Others fly swiftly over and almost bounce off your hand, grabbing a seed in the brief moment their feet are touching it. Others fly to a nearby branch, then with only a slight pause, come for a seed. Once in a while a chickadee will sit on your hand, either just looking around or after taking a seed or while sorting through the seeds to get just the right one. A couple of times I've had one actually eat the seed while sitting on my hand! (Got a little worried there about my hand being pecked.) Some personal applications came to mind as I stood there watching the birds coming.

As believers there is a "feast" of truth and of blessing available to us every day. God has given us His truth in the Bible, and also "blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ." (Ephesians 1:3) He invites us to feast on the truth in His Word and enjoy the blessings He has given us. How do we respond to that invitation?

Do we eagerly get our Bibles and study them? How much time do we actually spend studying the Bible any given day? Can we say, Thy words were found, and I did eat them, and they were to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart?

Or, do we rush in, grab a morsel, and take off with it, maybe or maybe not meditating on it the rest of the day? Remember the man looking in the mirror in the book of James? He looked, went away, and forgot what he'd seen.

Or, do we rush in, pass our eyes over the words ("read" them), feel like we've met our obligation to God for the day, and rush back out to our daily activities? Or maybe we check "devotions" off our list.

Another temptation is to think that because we've been in church (maybe for years) or because we own a Bible (and Christian books) that we have the knowledge. Not so; we have to work at it to make the knowledge our own--not just head knowledge of the facts, but heart knowledge that applies it to our lives.

Do I trust God to help me study His Word? Do I earnestly pray and ask for His help? Do I ask for clarity, understanding, wisdom, and help in applying what I read in His Word? Do I really believe this feast exists, and that it is available to me?

Preaching to myself, here, folks. May the Holy Spirit do His convicting work in my heart and give me the power to obey, against my natural (fleshly) inclinations.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Hymns #10 - All for Jesus

All for Jesus

All for Jesus, all for Jesus!
All my being’s ransomed powers:
All my thoughts and words and doings,
All my days and all my hours.

Refrain

All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
All my days and all my hours;
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
All my days and all my hours.

Let my hands perform His bidding,
Let my feet run in His ways;
Let my eyes see Jesus only,
Let my lips speak forth His praise.

Refrain

Worldlings prize their gems of beauty,
Cling to gilded toys of dust,
Boast of wealth and fame and pleasure;
Only Jesus will I trust.

Refrain

Since my eyes were fixed on Jesus,
I’ve lost sight of all beside;
So enchained my spirit’s vision,
Looking at the Crucified.

Refrain

Oh, what wonder! how amazing!
Jesus, glorious King of kings,
Deigns to call me His belovèd,
Lets me rest beneath His wings.

Refrain

(Words by Mary D. James, 1871)