Friday, April 27, 2007

Blessed Assurance

A friend emailed me this today. This is my favorite hymn.

Short history of the best song of all.... and a story related to the song Blessed Assurance Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1873: My friend, Mrs. Jo­seph F. Knapp, com­posed a mel­o­dy and played it over to me two or three times on the pi­a­no. She then asked what it said. I re­plied, “Bles­sed as­sur­ance, Je­sus is mine!”

Story... “During the re­cent war in the Trans­vaal,” said a gen­tle­man at my meet­ing in Ex­e­ter Hall, Lon­don, in 1900, “when the sol­diers go­ing to the front were pass­ing ano­ther bo­dy of sol­diers whom they re­cog­nized, their greet­ings used to be, ‘Four-nine-four, boys; four-nine-four;’ and the sa­lute would in­var­i­a­bly be an­swered with ‘Six fur­ther on, boys; six fur­ther on.’ The sig­nif­i­cance of this was that, in ‘Sac­red Songs and So­los,’ a num­ber of co­pies of the small edi­tion of which had been sent to the front, num­ber 494 was ‘God be with you un­til we meet again;’ and six fur­ther on than 494, or num­ber 500, was ‘Bless­ed As­sur­ance, Je­sus is mine.’”


I haven't posted in a while. A lot has happened since my last post. One of my best friends mom died. It's turkey season so my friends, minus one, came up. The toms were not responding to the call so nothing remarkable to tell there. They are coming back up this Sunday for another run at it. Hopefully the toms will be chasing hens by then and I'll have something better to report. Work has been stressful. I've learned that I truly hate conflict. Funny since I'm in the business of conflict. Things are looking brighter on this front.

Peace.

b

Monday, April 09, 2007

The Wonderful Cross By Isaac Watts

When I survey the wondrous cross
on which the Prince of glory died,
my richest gain I count but loss,
and pour contempt on all my pride.

See, from his head,
his hands, his feet
sorrow and love flow mingled down
did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
or thorns compose so rich a crown?

O wonderful cross!
O the wonderful cross
bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.
O wonderful cross! O the wonderful cross!
All who gather here by grace
draw near and bless your name.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offer far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all.

O wonderful cross!
O the wonderful cross
bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.
O wonderful cross!
O the wonderful cross!
All who gather here by grace
draw near and bless your name.

O wonderful cross!
O the wonderful cross
bids me come and die and find that I may truly live.