Friday, June 20, 2025

What GOD Does in the Bread and Wine

1.
O the depth of love di­vine,
Th’unfathomable grace!
Who shall say how bread and wine
God in­to us con­veys!
How the bread His flesh im­parts,
How the wine tran­smits His blood,
Fills His faith­ful people’s hearts
With all the life of God!

2.
Let the wis­est mor­tals show
How we the grace re­ceive;
Feeble ele­ments be­stow
A pow­er not theirs to give.
Who ex­plains the won­drous way,
How through these the vir­tue came?
These the vir­tue did con­vey,
Yet still re­main the same.

3.
How can spir­its heav’n­ward rise,
By earth­ly mat­ter fed,
Drink here­with di­vine sup­plies
And eat im­mor­tal bread?
Ask the Fa­ther’s wis­dom how:
Christ who did the means or­dain;
Angels round our al­tars bow
To search it out, in vain.

4.
Sure and re-al is the grace,
The man­ner be un­known;
Only meet us in Thy ways
And per­fect us in one.
Let us taste the heav’n­ly pow­ers,
Lord, we ask for no­thing more.
Thine to bless, ’tis on­ly ours
To won­der and adore.


--  Charles Wesley 

Sunday, May 4, 2025

Morning Hymn


1.
Christ, whose Glory fills the Skies,
   Christ, the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
   Triumph o'er the Shades of Night:
Day-spring from on High, be near:
Day-star, in my Heart appear.
 
2.
Dark and Cheerless is the Morn
   Unaccompanied by Thee,
Joyless is the Day's Return,
   Till thy Mercy's Beams I see;
Till thy inward light impart,
Glad my Eyes, and warm my Heart.
 
3. 
Visit then this Soul of mine,
   Pierce the Gloom of Sin, and Grief,
Fill me, Radiancy Divine,
   Scatter all my Unbelief,
More and more Thyself display,
Shining to the Perfect Day.

-- Charles Wesley, "Morning Hymn" from Hymns and Sacred Poems. (London: W. Strahan, 1740)

Sunday, February 16, 2025

Bishop Doane on His Dog


I am quite sure he thinks that I am God--
since he is God on whom each one depends
for life, and all things that His bounty sends--
my dear old dog, most constant of all friends;
not quick to mind, but quicker far than I
to Him whom God I know and own; his eye,
deep brown and liquid, watches for my nod;
he is more patient underneath the rod
than I, when God His wise corrections sends.

He looks love at me, deep as words e'er spake;
and from me never crumb nor sup will take
but he wags thanks with his most vocal tail;
and when some crashing noise wakes all his fear,
he is content and quiet, if I am near,
secure that my protection will prevail.
So, faithful, mindful, thankful, trustful, he
tells me what I unto my God should be.

by George Washington Doane

Psalm 126

When her sons from bonds redeeming 
GOD to Zion led the way, 
we were like to people dreaming 
thoughts of bliss too bright to stay. 

Fill'd with laughter, stood we gazing,
loud our tongues in rapture sang; 
quickly with the news amazing 
all the startled nations rang. 

"See Jehovah's works of glory! 
Mark what love for them he had!" 
"Yes, for us! Go tell the story. 
This was done, and we are glad." 

LORD! thy work of grace completing 
all our exiled hosts restore, 
as in thirsty channels meeting 
southern streams refreshing pour. 

They that now in sorrow weeping 
tears and seed commingled sow, 
soon, the fruitful harvest reaping, 
shall with joyful bosoms glow. 

Tho' the sower's heart is breaking, 
bearing forth the seed to shed, 
he shall come, the echoes waking, 
laden with his sheaves instead. 

--William Digby Seymour 1882

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

the LORD that Heals -- William Cowper





Jehovah-Rophi

I Am the LORD That Healeth Thee 


Heal us, EMMANUEL, here we are
Waiting to feel Thy touch;
Deep wounded souls to Thee repair,
And Savior, we are such.

Our faith is feeble we confess,
We faintly trust Thy Word;
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!

Remember him who once applied
With trembling for relief;
“Lord, I believe,” with tears he cried,
“O help my unbelief!”

She, too, who touched Thee in the press
And healing virtue stole,
Was answered, “Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith has made thee whole.”

Concealed amid the gathering throng,
She would have shunned Thy view;
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.

Like her, with hopes and fears we come
To touch Thee if we may;
O send us not despairing home,
Send none unhealed away.

Tuesday, May 7, 2024

The Bread and Wine of those Outside



 Do not enter the path of the wicked or walk in the way of those who are evil.
...
 For they eat bread gained from wickedness and drink wine obtained from violence.

https://bible.com/bible/107/pro.4.14-17.NET

Saturday, April 6, 2024

The Jew

The Jew

Scattered by God's avenging hand, Afflicted and forlorn, 
Sad wanderers from their pleasant land, Do Judah's children mourn; 
And e'en in Christian countries, few Breathe thoughts of pity for the Jew.

Yet listen, Gentile, do you love 
The Bible's precious page? 
Then let your heart with kindness move 
To Israel's heritage; 
Who traced those lines of love for you? Each sacred writer was a Jew.

And then as years and ages passed, 
And nations rose and fell, 
Though cloud and darkness oft were cast 
O'er captive Israel
The oracles of God for you 
Were kept in safety by the Jew.

And when the great Redeemer came
For guilty man to bleed.
He did not take an angel's name, 
No, born of Abraham's seed, 
Jesus, who gave His life for you- 
The gentle Saviour - was a Jew.

And though His own received Him not, 
And turned in pride away,
Whence is the Gentile's happier lot?
Are you more just than they? 
No! God in pity turned to you- 
Have you no pity for the Jew?

Go, then, and bend your knee to pray 
For Israel's ancient race; 
Ask the dear Saviour every day 
To call them by His grace.
Go, for a debt of love is due 
From Christian Gentiles to the Jew. 

-- Poems for Sunshine and Shadow
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