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Some things will transpire,

 

     others expire,

 

               when we aspire,

 

                        for God to inspire!  

– eab, 3/79

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He did not let the Lord prevail,

Instead he paid fare to sail.

Old salts tried to row,

But finally did throw

The prophet, to stop the wild gale. Jon 1.15

                – eab, 3/3/05

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I hear Thy welcome voice
That calls me, Lord, to Thee,
For cleansing in Thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.

Refrain

I am coming Lord!
Coming now to Thee!
Wash me, cleanse me in the blood
That flowed on Calvary!

2. Though coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all, and pure.

3. ’Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope and peace and trust,
For earth and Heav’n above.

4. ’Tis Jesus Who confirms
The blessèd work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.

5. And He the witness gives
To loyal hearts and free
That every promise is fulfilled,
If faith but brings the plea.

6. All hail! atoning blood!
All hail! redeeming grace!
All hail! the gift of Christ our Lord,
Our Strength and Righteousness.

Lewis Hartsough was born this date, 8/31/1828 at Ithaca, NY.  He was a Methodist who graduated from Cazenovia Seminary (1852) and pastored churches in the Oneida Conference.  He requested transfer to the West, was appointed to the Utah Mission and later was pre­sid­ing el­der of the Wy­om­ing Dis­trict.  “I Am Coming, Lord” Sankey wrote “The words and mu­sic of this beau­ti­ful hymn were first pub­lished in a month­ly, en­ti­tled, Guide to Ho­li­ness, a co­py of which was sent to me in Eng­land.”  Hartsough died 1/1/1919 at Mount Ver­non, IA.

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From the “best” beast

 

          to the least beast,

 

                   a beast is – – –

 

                             still a beast!

-8/26/09

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Ancient Book

I’ve found an ancient, timely Book,

On Its pages I daily look.

It gives advise for married folk,

Agrees that salt goes with the yolk,

Encourages a carefulness,

Lifts one up when in distress.

Gives wisdom to all who ask,

Wearing Its “yoke” is not a task.

Will you also read this great Book?

You’ll never regret Its ways you took.

                – eab, 8/07

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Though the angry surges roll
On my tempest driven soul,
I am peaceful, for I know,
Wildly though the winds may blow,
I’ve an anchor safe and sure,
That can evermore endure.

Refrain

And it holds, my anchor holds:
Blow your wildest, then, O gale,
On my bark so small and frail;
By His grace I shall not fail,
For my anchor holds, my anchor holds.

Mighty tides about me sweep,
Perils lurk within the deep,
Angry clouds o’ershade the sky,
And the tempest rises high;
Still I stand the tempest’s shock,
For my anchor grips the rock.

I can feel the anchor fast
As I meet each sudden blast,
And the cable, though unseen,
Bears the heavy strain between;
Through the storm I safely ride,
Till the turning of the tide.

Troubles almost ’whelm the soul;
Griefs like billows o’er me roll;
Tempters seek to lure astray;
Storms obscure the light of day:
But in Christ I can be bold,
I’ve an anchor that shall hold.

William Clark Martin died this date, 8/30/1914, at Ri­al­to, Florida.  Martin pas­tored Grace Bap­tist Church (for­mer­ly Cra­mer’s Hill), Cam­den, New Jer­sey, No­ank Bap­tist Church, Noank, Con­nec­ti­cut,  Grace Bap­tist Church, Som­er­ville, Massachusetts and First Bap­tist Church, Fort My­ers, Florida. (He seems to have had some connection also with Bluff­ton, In­di­a­na.)  He also wrote “The Name of Jesus” “Still Sweeter Every Day” and at least 30 other songs.  He was born 12/25/1864 at Hights­town, New Jersey.

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Watch the guy who mixes

 

          health potions

 

          – with wealth notions.                        

- eab, 8/7/09

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