Archive for January 25th, 2012

Birds of a feather flock together” (unknown source)


Want better Friends? 


Become (with God’s help) a Better Bird.


– eab, 12/5/1

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History’s most famous land is an uncommon hill,

It’s the hill upon which the Savoir died,

Pierced by thorn, cruelly crucified.


History is a series of events,

Random, some seem, full of dings and dents,

Brilliant or scarred, free or barred

Filling all the past [of history fills all the past].


History also has to have its land,

On which acts start and then expand,

Events all pass, the land lasts.


History plays out on real valley and hill,

By river’s bend, by bay’s as tides fill.


History did not act out into thin air.


History takes place on dirt and sod,

Some of it for, some against God.


All of history took place on land

On rocky rise, on stretches of sand.


History fills time’s line completely full,

Ethereal-like, exciting or more dull.


Real history covers slopes and scarps,

Little knolls, rolling plains, hills and sharps.

The greatest history took place on an uncommon hill.

                – eab, 1/23/11               

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Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the scepter, His the throne.
Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone.
Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion thunder like a mighty flood.
Jesus out of every nation has redeemed us by His blood.

2. Alleluia! not as orphans are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us, faith believes, nor questions how;
Though the cloud from sight received Him when the forty days were o’er
Shall our hearts forget His promise, “I am with you evermore”?

3. Alleluia! bread of angels, Thou on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia! here the sinful flee to Thee from day to day:
Intercessor, Friend of sinners, Earth’s Redeemer, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sinless sweep across the crystal sea.

4. Alleluia! King eternal, Thee the Lord of lords we own;
Alleluia! born of Mary, Earth Thy footstool, Heav’n Thy throne:
Thou within the veil hast entered, robed in flesh our great High Priest;
Thou on earth both priest and victim in the Eucharistic feast.



Rowland Huw Prichard died this date,1/25/1887, at Holywell,North Wales,British Isles. (He was born, 1/14/1811, also in North Wales, Graienyn, near Bala.)   At the age of twenty he composed the tune HYFRYDOL.  Many Christians know it as the tune for “Jesus! What a Friend of Sinners!.”

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