Enthroned on High

193 C. M.
Life, light, and love.

ENTHRONED on high, Almighty Lord,
   The Holy Ghost send clown;
   Fulfil in us thy faithful Word,
   And all thy mercies crown.

2 Though on our heads no tongues of fire
   Their Wondrous powers‘ impart,
   Grant, Saviour, what we more desire,—
   Thy Spirit in our heart.

3 Spirit of life, and light, and love,
   Thy heavenly influence give;
   Quicken our souls, our guilt remove,
   That we in Christ may live-.

4 To our benighted minds reveal
   The glories of his grace,
   And bring us where no clouds conceal
   The brightness of his face.

5 His love within us shed abroad,—
   Life’s ever-springing well;
   Till God in us, and we in God,
   In love eternal dwell.
                  Thomas Haweis
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

I'll take Anglo-Saxon for Clarity, Alex (Tozer for Tuesday)

The most cultured and healthy parents cannot take the word “die” out of their baby’s heart. Love it, weep on it and baptize it with their tears all they will, they cannot take the word “mortality” out of their baby’s life, for mortality and corruption remain. They follow, like some dark shadow, every human being. These twin clouds, mortality and corruption, rest about the perfumed boudoir of every Hollywood actress. They rest like twin clouds of doom above the chair of the White House where sits our president. And wherever men are found, if we could only see, we would see these two weeping clouds above them—mortality and corruption. “Mortality” and “corruption” are beautiful words; but when we throw the Anglo-Saxon at them and say “die” and “rot,” these are not so beautiful.—A.W. Tozer, Living as a Christian, 78

Glorify the Son!

192 6th P. M. 6 lines 7s.
The Son glorified.

FATHER, glorify thy Son ;
   Answer his all-powerful prayer;
   Send that Intercessor down;
   Send that other Comforter,
   Whom, believingly, we claim,—
   Whom we ask in Jesus’ name.

2 Wilt thou not the promise seal,
   Good and faithful as thou art,—
   Send the Comforter to dwell
   Every moment in our heart?
   Yes, thou must the grace bestow:
   Truth hath said it shall be so.
                   Charles Wesley
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

Come, Holy Spirit!

191 C. M.
His quickening power.

COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
   With all thy quickening powers:
   Kindle a flame of sacred love
   In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Look how we grovel here below,
   Fond of these earthly toys;
   Our souls, how heavily they go,
   To reach eternal joys.

3 In vain we tune our formal songs,—
   In vain we strive to rise;
   Hosannas languish on our tongues,
   And our devotion dies.

4 Father, and shall we ever live
   At this poor dying rate;
   Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
   And thine to us so great?

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
   With all thy quick’ning powers;
   Come, shed abroad our Savior’s love,
   And that shall kindle ours.
                   Isaac Watts
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

Source of Light and Joy

185 C. M.
Source of light and joy.

GREAT Spirit, by whose mighty power
   All creatures live and move,
   On us thy benediction shower;
   Inspire our souls with love.

2 Hail, Source of light! arise and shine;
   All gloom and doubt dispel;
   Give peace and joy, for we are thine;
   In us forever dwell.

3 From death to life our spirits raise,
   And full redemption bring;
   New tongues impart to speak the praise
   Of Christ, our God and King.

4 Thine inward witness bear, unknown
   To all the World beside;
   With joy We then shall feel and own
   Our Saviour glorified.
                  Thomas Haweis
                   Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

When the Spirit intercedes

383 3d P. M. 4 6s &s; 2 8s.
Pleading the promise.

THOU that hearest prayer,
   Attend our humble cry;
   And let thy servants share
   Thy blessing from on high:
   We plead the promise of thy Word;——
   Grant us thy Holy Spirit, Lord!

2 If earthly parents hear
   Their children when they cry;
   If they, with love sincere,
   Their children’s Wants supply
   Much more wilt thou thy love display,
   And answer when thy children pray.

3 Our heavenly Father, thou;
   We, children of thy grace;
   O let thy Spirit now;
   Descend and fill the place;
   That all may feel the heavenly flame,
   And all unite to praise thy name.
                  John Burton
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

<idle musing>
This hymn spoke to me today, reflecting the yearning in my soul. Yes, we already have the Spirit, but also, yes, we always need to allow more of the Holy Spirit's control in our life. That's what this hymn seems to be saying to me, anyway.

By the way, hymnary.org adds a fourth verse:

4 And send Thy Spirit down
   On all the nations, Lord,
   With great success to crown
   The preaching of Thy word:
   Till heathen lands shall own Thy sway,
   And cast their idol-gods away.

Seems a bit too strong on the necessity of preaching—or maybe that's just me, reacting to the criticisms of what's going on at Asbury. After all, you can't have a revival without somebody (usually in their minds, a guy) standing up there urging repentance.

Perhaps they need to take a lesson from Andrew Murray, who had a revival break out in the children's Sunday School class. He couldn't believe it was real at first because of three reasons:

1. It didn't happen by his preaching
2. It happened in a children's class, and
3. That class was being led by a young Black teenage girl

He quickly changed his mind once he saw what was happening. Rather ironic, isn't it, that he was a Reformed pastor who preached on the sovereignty of God, yet when God sovereignly decided to do something that didn't align with his dogma … well, it couldn't be a God thing, could it?

All that to say, I suspect that the criticisms reveal far more about the criticizer than they do about the awakening happening at Asbury right now.

As for me, I will continue to pray that God would have his way there—and here, in my heart. Baker published a book on revival back in about 2004. The last paragraph has stuck with me: If you want revival, draw a circle around yourself while on your knees, and pray for revival within that circle.

Just an
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The redeemer is on his throne!

176 S. M.
The Redeemer on his throne.

ENTHRONED is Jesus now,
   Upon his heavenly seat;
   The kingly crown is on his brow,
   The saints are at his feet.

2 In shining white they stand,—
   A great and countless throng;
   A palmy sceptre in each hand,
   On every lip a song.

3 They sing the Lamb of God,
   Once slain on earth for them;
   The Lamb, through whose atoning blood,
   Each wears his diadem.

4; Thy grace, O Holy Ghost,
   Thy blessed help supply,
   That we may join that radiant host,
   Triumphant in the sky.
                   T. J. Judkin
                   Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

<idle musing>
This seems an appropriate hymn for what has been going on at Asbury recently.

For those of you who don't know: I graduated from Asbury College and attended Asbury Theological Seminary for three semesters back in the late 1970s–early 1980s. We lived in Wilmore for six years. More later … maybe.
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He ever lives to make intercession for us!

166 S. M.
He ever lives to make intercession for us.

LORD, how shall sinners dare
   Look up to thine abode?
   Or offer their imperfect prayer,
   Before a holy God?

2 Bright terrors guard thy seat,
   And glories veil thy face;
   Yet mercy calls us to thy feet,
   And to thy throne of grace.

3 My soul, with cheerful eye
   See where thy Saviour stands,—
   The glorious Advocate on high,
   With incense in his hands.

4 Teach my weak heart, O Lord,
   With faith to call thee mine;
   Bid me pronounce the blissful Word—
   Father—with joy divine.
                  Anne Steele
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

Messiah, Joy of Every Heart

161 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
Messiah, the Saviour and the Judge.

MESSIAH, joy of every heart,
   Thou, thou the King of glory art,
   The Father’s everlasting Son:
   Thee it delights thy Church to own;
   For all our hopes on thee depend,
   Whose glorious mercies never end.

2 When thou hadst render’d up thy breath,
   And, dying, drawn the sting of death,
   Thou didst from earth triumphant rise,
   And ope the portals of the skies;
   That all who trust in thee alone,
   Might follow, and partake thy throne.

3 Seated at God’s right hand again,
   Thou dost in all his glory reign;
   Thou dost, thy Father’s image, shine
   In all the attributes divine;
   And thou with jmlgment clad shalt come,
   To seal our everlasting doom.

4 Wherefore we now for mercy pray;
   O Saviour, take our sins away:
   Before thou as our Judge appear,
   In dreadful majesty severe,
   Appear our Advocate with God,
   And save the purchase of thy blood.
                  Charles Wesely
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1879 edition)

<idle musing>
Hymnary.org adds two verses:

5. Wherefore we now for mercy pray;
   O Savior, take our sins away!
   Before Thou as our judge appear,
   In dreadful majesty severe,
   Appear our advocate with God,
   And save the purchase of Thy blood.

6. Hallow, and make Thy servants meet,
   And with Thy saints in glory seat;
   Sustain and bless us by Thy sway,
   And keep to that tremendous day,
   When all Thy church shall chant above,
   The new eternal song of love.

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Dandelions (Tozer for Tuesday)

“See now that ye love one another” (1 Pet. 1:22). Obviously, this love is not a wild plant that will grow of itself. It is there in the heart by a divine planting, but it must be cultivated. Dandelions will grow without cultivation, but love must be cultivated. The human heart must be cultivated; we must work on it. We must pray, search the Word, obey, believe and humble ourselves, opening our minds to the incoming Holy Ghost so that we might cultivate and see that we love one another.—A.W. Tozer, Living as a Christian, 73

<idle musing>
There's a lot to be said for dandelions; they grow anywhere. But, their value is limited, and in a garden they wreak havoc. But that's not the point of what Tozer is saying, is it? An analogy always runs on three feet; if you point out the fourth foot that is missing, it crashes and burns.

So, let's ignore that fourth foot and concentrate on the other three. What Tozer is pointing out is that spiritual growth is a synergistic endeavor.

I can hear you now: "Huh?"

Synergism means working together—you and God. Some theologies claim that monergism—God alone—is how salvation works. There's a small element of truth there: God initiates. It's always God's initiative; don't get that wrong! But, we must respond! That's synergism. Us responding to the promptings of the Holy Spirit within us.

Growing in grace is becoming more sensitive to the promptings of the Holy Spirit—and responding! Without responding, we become insensitive and stagnant. That's what Tozer means when he says that the human heart must be cultivated.

May we hear, respond in obedience, and rejoice in his love for us!
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His universal, everlasting love

141 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
His universal, everlasting love.

WOULD Jesus have the sinner die?
   Why hangs he then on yonder tree?
   That means that strange expiring cry?
   (Sinners, he prays for you and me)
   Forgive them, Father, O forgive!
   They know not that by me they live.

2 Jesus, descended from above,
   Our loss of Eden to retrieve,
   Great God of universal love,
   If all the World through thee may live,
   In us a quick’ning spirit be,
   And witness thou hast died for me.

3 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb,—
   Thee, by thy painful agony,
   Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame,
   Thy cross and passion on the tree,
   Thy precious death and life—I pray,
   Take all, take all my sins away.

4 O let thy love my heart constrain,—
   Thy love, for every sinner free,—
   That every fallen son of man
   May taste the grace that found out me;
   That all mankind with me may prove
   Thy sov’reign, everlasting love.
                  Charles Wesley
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

<idle musing>
Hymnary.org inserts a verse before the final one:

4 O let me kiss thy bleeding feet,
   And bathe and wash them with my tears;
   The story of thy love repeat
   In every drooping sinner’s ears,
   That all may hear the quickening sound,
   Since I, even I, have mercy found.

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Hail to the Lord's anointed!

126 26th P. M. 76, '76, 76, 76.
The glory of His kingdom.

HAIL, to the Lord’s anointed,—
   Great David’s greater Son!
   Hail, in the time appointed,
   His reign on earth begun!
   He comes to break oppression,—
   To set the captive free;
   To take away transgression,
   And rule in equity.

2 He comes, with succour speedy
   To those who suffer wrong;
   To help the poor and needy,
   And bid the weak be strong;
   To give them songs for sighing,—
   Their darkness turn to light,—
   Whose souls, condemn’d and dying,
   Were precious in his sight.

3 He shall descend like showers
   Upon the fruitful earth,
   And love and joy, like flowers,
   Spring in his-path to birth:
   Before him, on the mountains,
   Shall peace, the herald, go,
   And righteousness, in fountains,
   From hill to valley flow.

4 To him shall prayer unceasing,
   And daily vows ascend;
   His kingdom still increasing,—
   A kingdom without end:
   The tide of time shall never
   His covenant remove;
   His name shall stand forever;
   That name to us is Love.
                  James Montgomery
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

Worthy of ceaseless praise!

111 C. M.
Worthy of ceaseless praise from all his creatures.

PRAISE ye the Lord, ye’ immortal choirs
   That fill the worlds above;
   Praise him who form’d you of his fires,
   And feeds you with his love.

2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,
   The floor of his abode;
   Or veil in shades your thousand eyes
   Before your brighter God.

3 Thou restless globe of golden light,
   Whose beams create our days,
   Join with the silver queen of night,
   To own your borrow’d rays.

4 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms,
   The troops of his command,
   Appear in all your dreadful forms,
   And speak his awful hand.

5 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
   In your eternal roar;
   Let wave to wave resound his praise,
   And shore reply to shore.

6 Thus while the meaner creatures sing,
   Ye mortals, catch the sound;
   Echo the glories of your King
   Through all the nations round.
                  Isaac Watts
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

Tozer for a Tuesday

The Holy Ghost gives us love that is real. Real love does not always fawn over its object. Real love sometimes rebukes. The sharpest book in the New Testament is the epistle of First John. The apostle of love also could exercise the paddle more vigorously than any other apostle. So the loving John could lay it on when necessary.—A.W. Tozer, Living as a Christian, 72

<idle musing>
Not a popular statement, is it? We prefer the sickly sweet version of love that pampers us and gives in to our every whim. Tozer is reminding us that true love is not that version of love.

The scriptures say to "speak the truth in love." We prefer the second half of the verse; the first half, speaking the truth, can be painful. And it can be deadly if it isn't spoken in love.

John knew how to speak the truth in love because he was steeped in love first and foremost. May we be the same!

Just an
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Worshiping the Trinity

Robin Parry bemoaned the lack of hymns (and sermons) on the Trinity in his delightful book, Worshipping Trinity. He's correct, but the older hymnals are loaded with marvelous hymns about the Trinity; we just need to start singing them again! This hymn, from the Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition) would be a good one to start with:

101 C. M.
The Trinity

HAIL! holy, holy, holy Lord,
   Whom one in three we know;
   By all thy heavenly host adored,
   By all thy church below.

2 One undivided Trinity
   With triumph we proclaim;
   Thy universe is full of thee,
   And speaks thy glorious name.

3 Thee, holy Father, we confess;
   Thee, holy Son, adore;
   And thee, the Holy Ghost, we bless,
   And worship evermore.

4 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord,
   Our heavenly song shall be;
   Supreme, essential One, adored
   In co-eternal Three.
                  Charles Wesley

<idle musing>
I found an online copy of the Methodist Episcopal hymnbook that's the same edition as the one I own, but it's date is 1868, while mine is 1870. They are identical, so I'm going to start linking to it. Here's the base url on the Internet Archive. I don't recommend copying and pasting from the PDF version; it's loaded with misspellings that haven't been corrected. That's fairly common in older books; I have to clean up my scans from the one I'm using too. The faded ink and the darkening of the paper from the acid in it really make it difficult to obtain a clean scan.
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Holy as thou, O Lord, is none

190 L. M.
Holiness.

HOLY as thou, O Lord, is none;
   Thy holiness is all thine own;
   A drop of that unbounded sea
   Is ours, a drop derived from thee.

2 And when thy purity we share,
   Thine only glory we declare;
   And, humbled into nothing, own,
   Holy and pure is God alone.

3 Sole, self-existing God and Lord,
   By all thy heavenly hosts adored,
   Let all on earth bow down to thee,
   And own thy peerless majesty:

4 Thy power unparallel’d'confess,
   Establish’d on the Rock of peace;
   The Rock that never shall remove,—-
   The Rock of pure, almighty love.
                  Charles Wesley
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

Quotation for the day

We have beguiled ourselves with gadgets, with machines that work for us, and think for us, and entertain us, and (as we believe in our folly) educate us, until our God-given powers have become atrophied through disuse.—A. Whitney Griswold, president of Yale, 1951, quoted in the Congressional Record

Wisdom and Goodness

92 C. M.
Wisdom and goodness.

BLEST be our everlasting Lord,
   Our Father, God, and King!
   Thy sov’reign goodness we record,
   Thy glorious power we sing.

2 By thee the victory is given:
   The majesty divine,
   Wisdom and might, and earth and heaven,
   And all therein, are thine.

3 The kingdom, Lord, is thine alone,
   Who dost thy right maintain,
   And, high on thy eternal throne,
   O’er men and angels reign.

4 Riches, as seemeth good to thee,
   Thou dost, and honour give;
   And kings their power and dignity
   Out of thy hand receive.

5 Thou hast on us the grace bestow’d,
   Thy greatness to proclaim;
   And therefore now We thank our God,
   And praise thy glorious Name.

6 Thy glorious Name, thy nature’s powers,
   Thou dost to us make known;
   And all the Deity is ours,
   Through thy incarnate Son.
                  Charles Wesley
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)

I heard the voice of Jesus

1 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
   “Come unto me and rest;
   lay down, O weary one,
   lay down your head upon my breast.”
   I came to Jesus as I was,
   so weary, worn, and sad;
   I found in him a resting place,
   and he has made me glad.

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
   “Behold, I freely give
   the living water, thirsty one;
   stoop down and drink and live.”
   I came to Jesus, and I drank
   of that life-giving stream;
   my thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
   and now I live in him.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
   “I am this dark world's light.
   Look unto me; your morn shall rise
   and all your day be bright.”
   I looked to Jesus, and I found
   in him my star, my sun;
   and in that light of life I’ll walk
   till trav’ling days are done.
                  Horatius Bonar
                  #117 United Methodist Book of Hymns (1964/1966 edition)

<idle musing>
I was completely unaware of this hymn until this week, despite the fact that it was in the hymnal I grew up with. We just never sang it—at least to my recollection. It was posted on Ponder Anew on January 30th. I needed this hymn on that day; maybe you need it today.

Whether you do or not, it's a good hymn to have in your repertoire for those days when you do need it : )
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Isaac Watts, Goodness and Mercy

89 C. M.
Goodness and mercy.

LET every tongue thy goodness speak,
   Thou sov’reign Lord of all;
   Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
   And raise the poor that fall.

2 When sorrows bow the spirit down,
   When virtue lies distress’d,
   Beneath the proud oppressor’s frown,
   Thou giv’st the mourner rest.

3 Thou know’st the pains thy servants feel,
   Thou hear’st thy children’s cry;
   And their best wishes to fulfil,
   Thy grace is ever nigh.

4 Thy mercy never shall remove
   From men of heart sincere:
   Thou sav’st the souls whose humble love
   Is join’d with holy fear.

5 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,
   And spread thy fame abroad:
   Let all the sons of Adam raise
   The honours of their God.
                  Isaac Watts
                  Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)