Friday, June 30, 2023
Intervention? Or loving care?
Death is gain
Death gain to the faithful.
WHY should our tears in sorrow flow
When God recalls his own,
And bids them leave a world of wo,
For an immortal crown?
2 Is not e’en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close,
To open them in heaven.
3 Their toils are past, their work is done,
And they are fully blest;
They fought the fight, the vict’ry won,
And enter’d into rest.
4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow;
God has recall’d his own;
But let our hearts, in ever wo,
Still say,—Thy will be done.
Conder’s Collection
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
According to Hymnary.org, the author is William Hiley Bathurst, with whom I am not familiar.
According to Hymnary.org again, Conder's Collection is named from a Josiah Conder.
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Thursday, June 29, 2023
Made for each other, but…
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Christ’s presence makes death easy.
WHY should we start, and fear to die?
What tim’rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate to endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
And we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
3 O would my Lord his servant meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she pass’d;
4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Isaac Watts
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Wednesday, June 28, 2023
Amos on Worship
To whet your appetite, here's a couple of snippets (but, really, you should read the whole thing!):
Amos leaves no doubt that separating worship and social justice is distasteful to God. Other passages in this prophetic book confirm that truth and reveal the more central issue.andIronically, in chapter 4, the people are told to go to those same sanctuaries, Bethel and Gilgal … but to sin (4:4)! The prophet mocks their piety, their rituals of thanksgiving and celebration.
Then comes the dagger: “for this is what you love to do” (4:5). Their worship activity ultimately was only about them. They felt good about what they were doing, praising the goodness of the Lord. They did not realize that, in God’s eyes, their worship was sin.
Theirs also was a faith compromised by national ideology. The people were convinced that God was on their side and would bring Israel victory against its enemies (5:18–20).andWhat a foolish miscalculation. The Day of the Lord, the prophet says, would not be the light of triumph; it would be the darkness of judgment from which they could not run or hide.
The Lord will not tolerate the worship of a false Yahweh, worship that ignores injustice and sociopolitical compromise and shouts praises in the midst of so much suffering. Worship, social concerns, and political realities are inescapably woven together.andMore importantly, what is at stake in worship is the very person of God. The Lord is involved in every dimension of human existence, and the picture of God presented in worship must reflect this. It must present God as he truly is. Worship must bring prayer, confession, lament, and praise to this God and shape a people to reflect this God.
The God of Amos (our God) does not accept worship that fails to engage the challenging realities of life and the sins of society. We need to grasp that the demand for justice is central to the very person of God. The God of mercy and righteousness is the one we worship!Really, you need to read the whole thing!
A central element of faith
memento mori
A voice from the grave.
HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound,
My ears, attend the cry :—
Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.
2 Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your towers;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head,
Shall lie as low as ours.
3 Great God! is this our certain doom,
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepared no more?
4 Grant us the power of quick’ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly ;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We’ll rise above the sky.
Isaac Watts
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Tuesday, June 27, 2023
New book!
Yesterday, a year after I finished editing it, I received my copy of Israel's Scriptures in Early Christian Writings: The Use of the Old Testament in the New, edited by Matthias Henze and David Lincicum. This book is about a thousand pages of fantastic essays. I can't recommend it highly enough—and it's a handsome volume, too.
As my seminary theology professor used to say, "You owe it to yourself to read this."
It hinges on the resurrection
<idle musing>
Indeed. Well, that's the final excerpt from vol. 2. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I'm definitely going to read his third volume, but not right away. Hopefully I'll get around to it in the next year. Meanwhile, the next book in N. T. Wright, Simply Christian, his version of an apologetic for Christianity. After that, I'm not sure yet…
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Tozer for Tuesday
Oh God, our help in ages past
Man frail — God eternal.
O GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home:—
2 Under the shadow of thy throne
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
6 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in foll’wing years.
7 O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our perpetual home!
Isaac Watts
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
This one's a good bit more optimistic than the last one, isn't it? They say that Watts was subject to bouts of depression. I would say he wrote the last one during a bought of depression and this one on one of his better days.
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Monday, June 26, 2023
The doctrine of the two natures
We're traveling to the grave
Frailty of life.
THEE we adore, eternal Name!
And humbly own to thee
How feeble is our mortal frame-
What dying worms are we!
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase;
And every beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave:
Whate’er we do, where’er we be,
We ’re travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
5 Infinite joy, or endless wo,
Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcern’d we go,
Upon the brink of death!
6 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense
To walk this dang’rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!
Isaac Watts
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
Gotta love the realism of his outlook: "Whate’er we do, where’er we be, / We ’re travelling to the grave" and "fierce diseases wait around, / To hurry mortals home." Whatever else, Watts was a realist.
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Sunday, June 25, 2023
The bridegroom cometh!
The Bridegroom cometh.
YE virgin souls, arise;
With all the dead, awake;
Unto salvation wise,
Oil in your vessels take:
Upstarting at the midnight cry—
Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh!
2 He comes, he comes, to call
The nations to his bar,
And take to glory all
Who meet for glory are:
Made ready for your full reward;
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.
3 Go, meet him in the sky,
Your everlasting Friend;
Your Head to glorify,
With all his saints ascend:
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace
To see, without a veil, his face.
4 The everlasting doors
Shall soon the saints receive,
With seraphs, thrones, and powers,
In glorious joy to live;
Far from a world of grief and sin,
With God eternally shut in.
5 Then let us wait to hear
The trumpet’s welcome sound:
To see our Lord appear,
May we be watching found:
And when thou dost the heavens bow,
Be found—as, Lord, thou find’st us now.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Saturday, June 24, 2023
Another Vigil hymn
A living sacrifice unto the Lord.
WISDOM ascribe, and might, and praise,
To God, who lengthens out our days;
Who spares us yet another year,
And makes us see his goodness here:
O may we all the time redeem,
And henceforth live and die to him!
2 How often, when his arm was bared.
Hath he our sinful Israel spared;
Let me alone,—his mercy cried,
And turn’d the vengeful bolt aside;
Indulged another kind reprieve,
And strangely suffer’d us to live.
3 Merciful God, how shall we raise
Our hearts to pay thee all thy praise?
Our hearts shall beat for thee alone;
Our lives shall make thy goodness known;
Our souls and bodies shall be thine,
A living sacrifice divine.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
I'm in the midst of editing a commentary on 1 & 2 Chronicles right now, so the second verse immediately called to mind the scene at the end of 1 Chronicles where the angel of the Lord has his sword suspended over Jerusalem, about to strike, when the Lord "Indulged another kind reprieve," "And turn'd the vengeful bolt aside."
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Friday, June 23, 2023
The mystery of the incarnation
This might serve as a hint to the theologian not to want to know too much about “how” these things can be, and to abandon all subtle considerations and distinctions. It will be sufficient for us to say that the order of knowledge—that in the historical Revealer, we know the Eternal Son of God—corresponds to an order of being, which goes in the opposite direction: that the Eternal Son became man, that He who is from everlasting entered into human history, that it is precisely this entrance into history which constitutes the basis of His threefold work. All that goes further than this is useless speculation.—Emil Brunner, The Christian Doctrine of Creation and Redemption, 351–52
A vigil hymn
A solemn vigil.
HOW many pass the guilty night
In revelling and frantic mirth!
The creature is their sole delight—
Their happiness the things of earth:
For us suffice the season past:
We choose the better part at last.
2 We will not close our wakeful eyes,
We will not let our eyelids sleep,
But humbly lift them to the skies,
And all a solemn vigil keep;
So many nights on sin bestow’d,
Can we not watch one hour for God?
3 We can, O Jesus, for thy sake,
Devote our every hour to thee;
Speak but the word, our souls shall wake,
And sing with cheerful melody:
Thy praise shall our glad tongues employ,
And every heart shall dance for joy.
4 Blest object of our faith and love,
We listen for thy welcome voice;
Our persons and our works approve,
And bid us in thy strength rejoice;
Now let us hear the mighty cry,
And shout to find the Bridegroom nigh.
5 Shout in the midst of us, O King
Of saints, and let our joys abound;
Let us rejoice, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph in redemption found:
We ask in faith for every soul;
O let our glorious joy be full!
6 O may we all triumphant rise;
With joy upon our heads return;
And far above these nether skies,
By thee on eagles’ wings upborne,
Through all you radiant circles move,
And gain the highest heaven of love.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
There used to be a tradition in the Methodist/Wesleyan movement to hold a midnight vigil on New Year's Eve. I know some churches still do it. I've attended some of them over the years. This is one of the hymns that was written for a vigil service.
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Thursday, June 22, 2023
Immanuel!
A mariner's prayer
Praise for protecting mercy.
WHEN o’er the deep we rode,
By winds and storms assail’d;
We call’d upon the ocean’s God,
Whose mercy never fail’d.
2 The tempest heard his voice,
The winds obey’d his will;
The elements withheld their noise,
And all the floods were still.
3 With joy we hail’d the shore,
And safe the vessel moor’d;
With grateful hearts, that happy hour,
We praised the ocean’s Lord.
4 Thus, while o’er seas we roam,
Thy goodness, Lord, we see;
Though distant from our native home,—
We are not far from thee.
5 And when this life is past,
And we are call’d to die,
O may we see thy face at last
In realms beyond the sky.
6 Then, as we join the bands
Beyond the swelling wave,
We’ll praise thee with uplifted hands
And sing thy power to save.
Anonymous
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
Interestingly, this hymnal has a whole section of hymns for sailors. I'd never seen anything like that before…
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