Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My script of joy, immortal diet,
y bottle of salvation.
My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Monday, March 25, 2013

Fresh This Season

Easter has always been the high point of the Church year for me.  This year, however, new insights have been gained.  This year, this season finds us worshiping in a high church fellowship.  All has become truly 'a season'.  The Way of the Cross, if you will, is marked, preached, pondered not just given the one glorious day treatment.

Along with that has come the introduction of strong hymns of the ancients that have come down to us and preserved by the high church denominations.

One that has been repeatedly sung, with a haunting melody and grand words has become a heart's favorite.  In truth, the first we heard it, there were not only unfamiliar words but unusual melody line.  We could only stand and listen.  And weep.  The words, the message struck deep, struck movingly. It has continually played in my mind these last weeks.

Dear Reader, while this may not be new to you, bear with me patiently as I offer the first two stanzas this day.  Perhaps more will follow at a later date.

My song is Love unknown,
My Savior's love to me,
Love to the loveless shown
That they might lovely be.
Oh, who am I
That for my sake
My Lord should take 
Frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know.
But, oh, my friend,
My friend indeed,
Who at my need
His life did spend!

Ah yes!  Ah This!  


Hymn author: Samuel Crossman, 1664
Tune: John Ireland, 1918
(Cyberhymnal has the hymn and this tune) 
Lovely photo: Mitzi Schindele, Montesano, WA