Archive for September 26th, 2011

The Bible

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Read It because He wants us to read It


Read It because we need It.  

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H Her birth was in a southern state,

E Early fall, September’s the date.

In the good year of ninety-one,

D Decade ending the last century,

Includes our granddaughter, Heidi              


E Everywhere she brought the broad smiles,

L Little lady with blond hair styles. 

In the eyes of her parents, she

Z Zoomed past every other baby.

A And in Gram, Gramp’s prejudice sight,

B Baby Heidi was a delight.

E Easily first granddaughter won,

T The special place she still does hold.

H Heidi is now eighteen years old.


A Alaska claimed her while still three.

S She’s seen low cold beyond degree.

H Her life has variety’s role,

L Living as she does near North Pole.

E Education been “mainist” [1] thing;

Y Year the twelfth, Heidi, ends next spring. 


B Bryan’s a name you hope to leave.

R Reason things out – God’s will believe.

Y Yearn to know God and His blest Son;

A Assured that He loves and does see

N Nothing’s too good for you, Heidi.

[1] “Mainist” is a word her Dad, EAB II used to use.

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Christians, awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Savior of the world was born.
Rise to adore the mystery of love
Which hosts of angels chanted from above,
With them the joyful tidings first begun
Of God incarnate and the virgin’s Son.

Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
Who heard th’angelic herald’s voice, “Behold,
I bring good tidings of a Savior’s birth
To you and all the nations of the earth;
This day hath God fulfilled His promised Word;
This day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord.”

He spoke; and straightaway the celestial choir
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire;
The praises of redeeming love they sang,
And Heav’n’s whole orb with alleluias rang.
God’s highest glory was their anthem still,
Peace on the earth and unto men good will.

To Bethl’hem straight th’enlightened shepherds ran
To see the wonder God had wrought for man
And found, with Joseph and the blessèd maid,
Her Son, the Savior, in a manger laid;
Then to their flocks, still praising God, return,
And their glad hearts with holy rapture burn.

Like Mary let us ponder in our mind
God’s wondrous love in saving lost mankind!
Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss,
From His poor manger to His bitter cross,
Tread in His steps, assisted by His grace,
Till man’s first heav’nly state again takes place.

Then may we hope, th’angelic hosts among,
To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song.
He that was born upon this joyful day
Around us all His glory shall display.
Saved by His love, incessantly we sing
Eternal praise to Heav’n’s almighty King.

John Byrom died this date, 9/26/1763, at Man­ches­ter, Eng­land where his father had been a linen draper.  Byrom attended King’s School (Chester) and then Cambridge (graduated M.A.) and became a Fellow of Trinity College.


He invented his own system of shorthand and was able to make a living teaching shorthand.  Byrom was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society and after his brother’s death inherited the family estates.  This pulled him back to Manchester where he had been born 2/29/1691 (at Old Sham­bles).  He is said to have frequently visited Cheetham’s Hospital (Manchester) and, further to have written many hymns for the chaps there.  His hymns include the above, “Christians, Awake, Salute the Happy Morn” and “My Spirit Longs for Thee.”

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