Showing posts with label hymn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hymn. Show all posts

Monday, August 29, 2016

Giving Birth, the Epidural, and Writing Hymn Poetry (NRH 04)

NEW REFORMATION HYMN 04 (NRH 04) Triumphant Jesus (Long Meter, LM, 8.8.8.8.)

While reading CH Spurgeon's Morning and Evening, wherein he was waxing eloquent (as only Spurgeon can do and so often does) on the phrase "The Lord mighty in battle" from Psalm 24, the following lines came to me, considerably more rapidly and effortlessly than is remotely normal for me. Poetry is whole-being labor, not quite so extreme as that cosmic and peculiar kind God carried my wife through six times over when delivering our children into the world, but to me at times it feels sort of like that when writing. But not on this one. I had a spiritual, theological, and poetic epidural anesthesia.

Triumphant Jesus is another effort of mine to write Psalm-like lyrics, the veil torn back, and all the glorious blessings of the New Covenant in full view, lyrics that have that Psalm-like warrior component so appealing to young men--and, alas, so conspicuously absent in the output of the well-intentioned but sometimes vacuously emotive lyric of some worship leaders shaped more by the dictates of a feminized culture than by the themes and attitudes of the Psalms. (Hymn poetry) Several able composers have written fine music for this lyric.

Triumphant Jesus bore the cross
Of cruel passion, curse, and loss;
He routed sin, and death, and woe,
And Satan my infernal foe.                   

Yet does the fiend still prowl and lurk,
His schemes upon my heart to work.
But God before me who can stand
When Christ in battle guides my hand?

Since Christ my Savior works within,
No more am I a slave of sin.
The hopes of hell and Satan wrecked,
No more can he charge God’s elect.

No power of flesh or demon’s might
Can snatch from me Christ’s blood-bought right.
I more than conquer by the Word
Of Christ my Captain and my Lord!

                                Douglas Bond, Copyright, December 12, 2007

Friday, August 24, 2012

Last day in London--more food!

We had a delicious final dinner at the Hyde Park Hilton and good fellowship reprising the whole. This has been a delightful group to spend these ten nights and eleven days with! I'm blessed hat they wanted to follow Mr Pipes (just for the record, I'm not Mr Pipes just his creator) to all of these charming, backwater, and wonderful places.

We went to evensong at St Paul's and heard rich reading of Scripture: Ruth, Good Samaritan account, and all of Ephesians 1. It was a said service as the cathedral choir was on holiday. Afterward I pointed out to the group how Christopher Wren was commissioned by Catholic leaning Charles II who wanted to restore the splendor and authority of the monarchy, and it's supremacy over the church. The place was designed to rival St Peter's in Rome, to humble the masses with the shock and awe of high church monarchism. Ironic that though it was designed with many other priorities in mind, the Word of God was read and heard today.

Stacie wins the prize for winning the most Cadbury bars (Margaret comes in second) and she and Aaron tie for pushup champs (Aaron for most hamburgers consumed). Charissa wins the goofiest food portrait (as you see) and for being the most able navigator and programmer of Francis the sat nav. Machaira wins the prize for the most awed, so much so that she drops farther and farther behind, gazing in wonderment, pausing to jot notes in her journal or take a photo. Craig wins the prize for taking the absolutely most goofy pictures of the tour leader (and for asking really good questions about the economics of things). Margaret wins for having "relatively perfect pitch" and for creating the fun jeopardy game played at The Bear in Hodnet in the shadow of Heber's church. Elizabeth wins a prize for wide-ranging and fascinating stories shared. And Dana wins for running her fingers across her jugular vein when the loquacious tour leader does what he does best: blabs too much, and for coming up with the most creative and effective way to get me to stop for visits to the WC (give the driver another bottle of water or cup(s) of tea). Blessings on you all!

Now thank we all our God
With heart and hands and voices...