Stop! Thief!

Is there a thief

 

            at your church?

 

Has he stolen your HYMNS

 

            away from you? 

 

- eab, 12/3/09

Lad’s Lunch, II

A lad left his home with a lunch,

He hadn’t the slightest hunch

That Jesus would break it,

That thousands would take it.

They’d never had such a brunch.

 

Joh 6.9    – eab, 3/3/05

Edward Perronet – death, Jan. 2, 1792

“All Hail the Power of Jesus Name”

All hail the power of Jesus’ Name! Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all.
Bring forth the royal diadem, and crown Him Lord of all.

Let highborn seraphs tune the lyre, and as they tune it, fall
Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all.
Before His face Who tunes their choir, and crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might, and crown Him Lord of all.
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might, and crown Him Lord of all.

Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God, who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod, and crown Him Lord of all.
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s Rod, and crown Him Lord of all.

Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race, ye ransomed from the fall,
Hail Him Who saves you by His grace, and crown Him Lord of all.
Hail Him Who saves you by His grace, and crown Him Lord of all.

Hail Him, ye heirs of David’s line, whom David Lord did call,
The God incarnate, Man divine, and crown Him Lord of all,
The God incarnate, Man divine, and crown Him Lord of all.

Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget the wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at His feet, and crown Him Lord of all.
Go spread your trophies at His feet, and crown Him Lord of all.

Let every tribe and every tongue before Him prostrate fall
And shout in universal song the crownèd Lord of all.
And shout in universal song the crownèd Lord of all.

Edward Perronet died this date, 1/2/1792, at Canterbury, Kent, England.  He was a son of an Anglican minister who was descended from good stock, the French Huguenots.

Perronet was a co-worker of John and Charles Wesley.  John Wesley tried to get Edward to preach, but he (perhaps in awe of Wesley) always wanted Wesley to preach instead. John Wesley was a determined man (could not have done what he did without being) and one day, in the middle of a meeting simply said, “Brother Perronet will now speak.”

Perronet stood up before the crowd and announced, “I will now deliver the greatest sermon ever preached on earth.”  (What do you think Wesley thought then?)  Perronet proceeded to read the Sermon on the Mount.  When he finished reading it he sat down.

It has been said that Perronet spent much of his life attacking abuses within the Church of England.  Be that as it may, today he is remembered as author of the hymn of praise, “All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name,” the first stanza of which appeared anonymously in The Gospel Magazine, November 1779.

Edward Perronet was born in Sundridge, Kent, England, 1726.

Old Testament vs. New Testament

You have left an old year behind.

 

                Leave Old Testament killings behind,

 

Its killing of enemies.

 

                Come into the New Testament.

 

Jesus Christ said to

 

                Love your enemies – not kill them.   

 

- eab, 1/1/10

GRAY

What color is gray? 

It’s the color of today;

Gray bark, gray mist,

Gray deer the hunter missed.

Gray is also the sign of the wise,

Though nature uses it for disguise.

                – eab, 12/30/77

New Year?

On this date, 1/1/1622, the Roman Catholic system

changed “when” the year began.  Roman Catholics

 had accepted March 25th as the start of the year.      

Cheap religion may

 

            give one a moral life;

 

It cannot

 

            give one eternal life.           

 

- eab, 12/31/09

DECEMBER WOODS

December’s woods are cool woods. 

Woods are never cold -

Cold is impersonal. 

Woods have nature’s mold.

 

December’s woods are gray woods;

Gray – or are they brown?

Perhaps somewhere in between

The true hue can be found.

 

December’s woods are straight woods,

Bare and tall and straight.

Like the masts of sail boats,

Resting at harbor’s gate.

 

December’s woods are wet woods. 

Whither snow or sleet or rain,

They paint the trees darker shades,

Until sun blesses them again.

 

December’s woods are quiet woods,

Calm, tranquil, serene.

Palmates and pinnates rustle no more.

The twigs are all clean. [1]

          – eab, 12/30/77

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^[1] For some years December was my hunting month.

William Orcutt Cushing

Ring the bells of Heaven! There is joy today,
For a soul, returning from the wild!
See, the Father meets him out upon the way,
Welcoming His weary, wandering child.

Refrain

Glory! Glory! How the angels sing:
Glory! Glory! How the loud harps ring!
’Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea,
Pealing forth the anthem of the free.

Ring the bells of Heaven! There is joy today,
For the wanderer now is reconciled;
Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way,
And is born anew a ransomed child.

Ring the bells of Heaven! Spread the feast today!
Angels, swell the glad triumphant strain!
Tell the joyful tidings, bear it far away!
For a precious soul is born again.

William Orcutt Cushing was born this date 12/31/1823, Hingham, Massachusetts.   He penned some 300 or more hymns and/or Gospel Songs.  These include “When He Cometh” “Under His Wings” and “Hiding in Thee.”  Cushing died 10/19/1902, at Lis­bon Cen­ter, New York.

Love of Holiness

It is too easy to know the:

            Language,

            Looks,

            Life-style of holiness

and not know the Love of holiness.

 

– eab, 4/85