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Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earthborn cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant’s eyes.

When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Savior’s breast.

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

If some poor wandering child of Thine
Has spurned today the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.

Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner’s sleep tonight,
Like infants’ slumbers, pure and right.

Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in Heaven above.
butterbobbin: (Default)

  • 07:13:59: is out of bed. Would rather stay IN bed.
  • 08:21:34: getting ready to go for her morning walk... er, morning waddle.
  • 09:54:52: thinks she was wrong in believing she descended from ducks. It had to have been penguins.
  • 11:02:29: is working on the Baldwin Herald, eating dried cranberries, feeling GooGoo wiggle, and listening to Fernando Ortega.
  • 14:52:32: is fresh out of the tub. Going to go clean up the kitchen and then get Anna's bed ready. :-D
  • 15:42:47: is thiiiiiiiiiiiiirsty. Ironing sheets.
  • 16:34:02: finished the ironing. Catching her breath before moving on to her next task.
  • 17:44:00: sitting upstairs contemplating the silence downstairs that probably means the dryer door popped open again. *sigh*
  • 18:04:58: can't decide if her back is actually numb in spots or if it's just super-sensitive to her clothes right now. Probably the latter.
  • 18:05:39: Calm all your fears, and dry all your tears: love will remain when all else shall wane, guiding me on through the years......
  • 20:16:01: is ready for bed. Though, technically, she was ready for bed about 12 hours ago.
  • 21:36:41: going to pick up Anna shortly.

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butterbobbin: (Default)
My song is love unknown:
My Saviour's love to me.
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O, who am I, that for my sake
O, who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?

He came from Heaven's throne
Salvation to bestow,
But they refused and none
The longed-for Christ would know.
This is my Friend, my Friend indeed,
This is my Friend, my Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.

Sometimes they crowd His way
And His sweet praises sing,
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King.
Then "Crucify!" is all their breath,
Then "Crucify!" is all their breath,
And for His death they thirst and cry.

Why, what has my Lord done
To cause this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run
And gave the blind their sight.
What injuries, yet these are why
What injuries, yet these are why
The Lord most high so cruelly died.

'Mid angry shouts they have
My dear Lord done away.
A murderer they save;
The prince of life they slay.
Yet willingly He bears the shame,
Yet willingly He bears the shame,
That through His name all might be free.

Here might I stay and sing
Of Him my soul adores.
Never was love, dear King,
Never was grief like Yours.
This is my friend, in whose sweet praise
This is my friend, in whose sweet praise
I all my days would gladly spend.
butterbobbin: (Default)
I'm curious if anyone has the music to this song I remember singing when I was little. I kind of remember the tune, but not 100%... and I'm pretty sure there was another verse or two as well.

God's Word is like a hammer,
That breaketh the rock in twain;
A lamp to guide our footsteps,
And a light on the stormy main.
A sword that has two edges,
And a mirror ourselves to see -
O yes, this is the book of books -
The B-i-b-l-e.
butterbobbin: (al eye)
As I was walking I went by the church tower that plays bells and it was playing a song. I instantly recognised the tune and as a few of the words came back to me, the first thing that popped into my head was a tune name, "Benedic Anima".

So I got home, pulled out a hymnbook, thought it was number 2, was wrong, the number 4 popped into my head, I turned the page, and number 4 was indeed the correct song and number 3 on the facing page was Benedic Anima.

I'm not sure if I should be scared or pleased that a decade after my obsession with this particular hymnbook that sort of thing still is filed in my brain?

O my soul, bless Thou Jehovah,
All within me, bless his name;
Bless Jehovah, and forget not
All His Mercies to proclaim:
For as high as is the heaven,
Far above the earth below,
Ever great to them that fear
Him Is the mercy He will show.

Bless Jehovah, all His creatures
Ever under His control,
All throughout His vast dominion;
Bless Jehovah, O my soul.
For as high as is the heaven,
Far above the earth below,
Ever great to them that fear
Him Is the mercy He will show.

Who forgives all thy transgressions,
Thy diseases all who heals,
Who redeems thee from destruction,
Who with thee so kindly deals.
For as high as is the heaven,
Far above the earth below,
Ever great to them that fear Him
Is the mercy He will show.
butterbobbin: (ronniemandolin)
Okay, so this has been running through my head anyway, and so I'm listening to various renditions of it on YouTube. Verse 4 was new to me via [livejournal.com profile] ruthette and then I discovered it is included in the version in the Adventist hymnal - sweet. I like the whole song, but there's something special about that verse.

But verses 2 and 5? New. I have to say I think 2 is kind of an odd one because I'm not quite sure what is implied by "firstborn seraph"... since angels were created, not born. I find that confusing. Aside from that it's a good verse. In 5 I'm not too fond of the reference to "hostile Heaven" because if Heaven was hostile, Jesus would never have bothered to make the sacrifice in the first place. There would probably be a way to reword it suitably.

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

^^This is sooooooooo lovely and majestic.
butterbobbin: (al eye)
In the early morning hours of hazy brain, between dozing and being woken up by the heat generated by an orange fuzzball, I heard "El Condor Pasa" playing in my head, but the words were:

I'd rather have a pitchfork in my brain,
Yes I would
If I could

I think I need psychoanalysis.
butterbobbin: (westley buttercup kiss)

That had nothing to do with anything, really. The Valentine banquet was quite nice. There were a lot of people there, and the guy who was next to us was having a little too much fun with the candy hearts. Someone had had the not-so-bright idea to put large stuffed bears on the tables for decorations. This wasn't a bad idea in itself, but the fact that 1) it blocked me from seeing the lady across from me and more importantly 2) it had an evil teddy bear face of doom. If I dream of murderous teddy bears who come to get you in the night, we will know why.

I'm about ready for beddybye.
butterbobbin: (al jumping)

Uh huh, extra cheese.
Uh huh, Uh huh, save a piece for me.

Pizza party at your house.
I went just to check it out.
19 extra larges.
What a shame no one came.
Just us, eatin' all alone.
You said, take the pizza home.
No sense lettin' all this go to waste,
So then I faced
Pizza all day,
and every day,
this cheese 'round the clock,
Is gettin' me blocked,
And I sure don't care
for irregularity.
Tell me,
Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated?
'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated,
In the bathroom
I sit
and I wait
and I strain
and I sweat
and I clench
and I feel the pain
Oh, should I take a laxative or have my colon irrigated?
No, no, no.

I was feelin' pretty down,
'Til my girlfriend came around.
We're just so alike in every way,
I gotta say.
In fact, I just thought I might
pop the question there that night.
I was kissin' her so tenderly,
But woe is me -
Who would've guessed
her family crest
I'd suddenly spy
tattoo-ed on her thigh -
And son of a gun, it's just like the one on me!
Tell me,
How was I supposed to know we were both related?
Believe me if I knew she was my cousin we never woulda dated.
What to do now?
Should I go ahead
and propose
and get hitched
and have kids with 11 toes,
and move to Alabama where that kinda' thing is tolerated?
No, no, no...

I had so much on my mind,
I thought maybe I'd unwind.
Try out that new roller coaster ride,
And the guide said not to stand,
but that's a demand
That I couldn't meet,
I got on my feet,
And stood up instead
and knocked off my head
you see!
Tell me!
Why'd I have to go and get myself decapitated?
This really is a major inconvenience,
oh man I really hate it.
It's such a drag now.
I can't eat,
I can't breathe,
I can't snore,
I can't belch or yodel anymore,
Can't spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated.
Oh no!
Why'd I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (yeah yeah)
I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated.
What a bummer.
I can't blink,
I can't cough, I can't sneeze.
But my neck is enjoyin' a pleasant breeze now.
Haven't been the same since my head and I were separated.
No, no, no.

^^Made of win at the moment. The Lego video thereof is particularly brilliant on YouTube.

Anyway, I'm really tired.


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