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Archive for February 17th, 2010

Some people do not

 

Raise their children,

 

they Raze them.

 

– eab, 2/15/10

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REVEALED

Praise the Lord this morning,

He who reigns on high.

Who could have been unknown;

Distant, never nigh.

Instead He chose to reveal Himself

In thunder, light, and storm,

In the miraculous, and the norm

In symmetry, structure, and form.

Praise Him in joyful sigh.

                – eab, 2/17/06

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Jesus, Savior, pilot me
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal.
Chart and compass come from Thee;
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

While th’Apostles’ fragile bark
Struggled with the billows dark,
On the stormy Galilee,
Thou didst walk upon the sea;
And when they beheld Thy form,
Safe they glided through the storm.

Though the sea be smooth and bright,
Sparkling with the stars of night,
And my ship’s path be ablaze
With the light of halcyon days,
Still I know my need of Thee;
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

When the darkling heavens frown,
And the wrathful winds come down,
And the fierce waves, tossed on high,
Lash themselves against the sky,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me,
Over life’s tempestuous sea.

As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boisterous waves obey Thy will,
When Thou sayest to them, “Be still!”
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.

When at last I near the shore,
And the fearful breakers roar
’Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on Thy breast,
May I hear Thee say to me,
“Fear not, I will pilot thee.”       (published 1871)

Edward Hopper was born this date, 2/17/1818, in New York City.  He was a grad­u­at­e of both New York Un­i­ver­si­ty and Un­ion The­o­lo­gi­cal Sem­in­a­ry.  He was or­dained a Pres­by­ter­ian min­is­ter and pas­tored Green­ville, New York, Sag Har­bor, Long Is­land, and the Church of the Land and the Sea in New York Ci­ty.  Hopper passed away 4/23/1888, also at New York Ci­ty.

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