Hymns I Love 12: Here is Love

Words full of truth, with an excellent tune to go with them.

Here is love, vast as the ocean,
Lovingkindness as the flood,
When the Prince of Life, our Ransom,
Shed for us His precious blood.
Who His love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can never be forgotten,
Throughout Heav’n’s eternal days.

On the mount of crucifixion,
Fountains opened deep and wide;
Through the floodgates of God’s mercy
Flowed a vast and gracious tide.
Grace and love, like mighty rivers,
Poured incessant from above,
And Heav’n’s peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love.

Let me all Thy love accepting,
Love Thee, ever all my days;
Let me seek Thy kingdom only
And my life be to Thy praise;
Thou alone shalt be my glory,
Nothing in the world I see.
Thou hast cleansed and sanctified me,
Thou Thyself hast set me free.

In Thy truth Thou dost direct me
By Thy Spirit through Thy Word;
And Thy grace my need is meeting,
As I trust in Thee, my Lord.
Of Thy fullness Thou art pouring
Thy great love and power on me,
Without measure, full and boundless,
Drawing out my heart to Thee.

Trans. William Edwards, 1900

SFFS 15/11/2014

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Hi all.

This week we’re popping to another section of A Good Day to Die. I’ll let it speak for itself.

 “Sir, we have a bleeper.”

“Which sector?”

“Sian Sector. The Ultro Research Station on the edge of the Scental Cloud.”

Shona frowned. “Helm, set course for the station. Comms, notify Central Command that we’re on the job. Then hail the station.”

“Aye sir,” Sally nodded.

Shona sat down in her chair and waited. In such situations, there wasn’t much more she could do.

“Captain,” Sally said. “I’ve received an audio message. It says ‘Requesting emergency evacuation for one survivor. James Hamilton out.’”

There you go. I hope you enjoyed it.

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Hymns I Love 11: It is well with my soul

I first came across this on a cassette tape many years ago, and the refrain in particular has stuck in my mind ever since. So poignant and so very, very true. This hymn, and the story behind it, stand as a testament to God’s power to heal.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

Horatio G. Spafford, 1873

SFFS 08/11/2014

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Hi all! Welcome to my offering for this week’s round of SFFS. My snippet is again from A Good Day to Die, just a couple of sentences on from where the last snippet ended. Well, I have to give you the end of the scene somehow! So here goes.

The security detail walked in. A bunch of next-gen cyborgs.

“Take him directly to sick bay; no funny stuff.”

“Yes sir,” the one with the silver arm-band said. Two grabbed his upper arms. He growled. They dropped them like hot rocks. He would walk himself to sick bay; he wasn’t their prisoner. Yet.

They left.

So. The R2s, the much-vaunted next-gen cyborgs, were being incapacitated? That must make them feel good. A chuckle escaped his lips. That’d serve them right.

And with that, we conclude the beginning of the tale. I’m not sure where I’ll take you next, but it’ll probably be somewhere interesting.

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Hymns I Love 10: Glory be to God the Father

Just an easy, solid hymn that gives all glory to God.

Glory be to God the Father,
Glory be to God the Son,
Glory be to God the Spirit,
Great Jehovah, Three in One!
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
While eternal ages run!

Glory be to Him Who loved us,
Washed us from each spot and stain!
Glory be to Him Who bought us,
Made us kings with Him to reign!
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
To the Lamb that once was slain!

Glory to the King of angels,
Glory to the church’s King,
Glory to the King of nations!
Heaven and earth, your praises bring;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
To the King of glory bring!

“Glory, blessing, praise eternal!”
Thus the choir of angels sings;
“Honor, riches, power, dominion!”
Thus its praise creation brings;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory to the King of kings!

Horatius Bonar, 1866

SFFS 01/11/2014

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Welcome to this week’s round of SFFS snippets.

I’m continuing to post from the WIP A Good Day to Die, beginning where I left off at the end of last week. Nothing much in this snippet, but maybe a crumb or two.

He took the time while waiting for security to restabilise his emotions. It clearly wouldn’t do to get emotional now. A waste of energy. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be plotting his revenge.

“One question, sir?”

The captain nodded.

“What’s in it for me?”

Stupid question. He was just a tool – a dangerous one at that.

The Admiral glared. “What’s in it for the cyborg? Nutrients, bed, ablutions, exercise equipment.”

Way to buy the loyalty, Admiral!

So perhaps a little food for thought.

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Hymns I Love 9: The Old Rugged Cross

One of the most beautiful, poignant hymns. I love this one for its message of hope and promise.

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.

George Bennard, 1913