of
who
he,
he
Preparing himself to
Address the crew
Unusual querists
Like to call through,
Caring to help them
Like every good man
In a trice with a shift,
Now control, then oftèn,
Touches the heart as
One only can, who has
Now declared a day
To begin a new plan.
| Many a time he has As if it were easy, Really how can we Kindly x-link him, | Made it appear As if it were clear! Reckon it so Kowtow, then go. |
| Relevant and Assuaging Charming and Helpful as Every one should Loudly praise her name, For Gilham | Readily All who come, Considerate Heraculum. Extol her, Listlessly transport her, For her name! |
Nothing to do
| Well Moffatt, It is obvious You haven’t much to do If you have time to sit and write A ditty, straight out of the blue Now Sam, she had her reasons Argue as you might To give us all a ticking off (and with it, quite a fright!) | For it really is quite horrid When expecting packs galore To open up the cupboard doors And find we need some more So show some consideration Next time you need a pack Don’t take the last one on the shelf Or you’ll be sure to get a whack |
Inspired by a cause of rebuke
How much Sam was hassled
When she dug in the cupboard
To fetch out a demo pack;
For when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
So tcs suffered the lack.
She took a clean sheet
To print some more out;
But on the repeat
The toner ran out.
The Potter made a curtsey,
The Brazier made a bow;
The Kenny said, “You’re joking!”
The Duncumb said, “Now now!”
A fitting response was received in a word of rebuke
Siebenmal: cries of conflict
Siebenmal hab’ ich vergessen trotz alles deines Gesetz.
Irdischen Gedanken haben mich gegossen.
Ruf’ ich an den Namen meines Herrn.
Ruf’ ich an den Namen meines Herrn.
Lassest mich vor dir kommen in deinem göttlichem Barmherzigkeit:
Na, ich komme nur wie ein Sünder, Gnädisch Gott, erbarme dich mein.
Ach, ich falle im Finsternis, nehm’st mich auf in deinem Licht.
Nichts kann dich widerstreben Ehre Herr, errettest du mich.
Jetzt bin ich ein Ehebrecher umgekerht von Weibes Lieb
Desto um ein’ Jungfrau, ein’ Jungfrau zu nehmen?
Ich habe nicht es zu widersteh’n!
Taum’ ich, es ist unveränderlich! Hilf’ mir, Herr, ich kann nicht steh’n!
Siebenmal hab’ ich vergessen trotz alles deines Gesetz.
Irdischen Gedanken haben mich gegossen.
Ruf’ ich an den Namen meines Herrn.
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In vain: words of conflict
In vain he fought: the lion’s head crushed his heart to leave him dead
His efforts failed, all strength was spent, like wounded prey, his soul was rent.
In vain he tried to d’stroy the worm ev’ry sinew stretched, ev’ry muscle firm,
But nought availed, no progress made each move made it did evade.
Daring all might then to defy in danger’s face, set to fly,
Careless, in hope to be set free he cried aloud, it cannot be!
Such words he spoke as he could feel to’all around with greatest zeal
Inspired at last to heavenly thought renewed to fight, so he fought.
Lion’s head in a mane of flame, insidious worm upon him came,
Night passed by day he could not stand gone all hope from his right hand.
Just as he fell a word did come under the emblem of God’s Son:
Do not fear the worm by night I destroyed it by my might.
The lion’s snare itself did catch have I not closed then the latch?
An answer then to all his woes now went forth against his foes.
No stand they made but fled outright eternal grace had won the fight.
An answer found in Sharon’s Rose now that God’s Son did interpose
New strength he gives to him by grace each day to live, new life embrace.
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O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by
Yet in the dark street shineth the everlasting Light,
the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight
How silently, how silently the wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts, the blessings of his heaven
No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin,
where meek souls will receive Him, still the dear Christ enters in
O Holy child of Bethlehem, descend to us we pray
Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today
We hear the Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Immanuel.
Words: Phillips Brooks (1868) Music: Rebecca Cushen.
The copyright of the music is held by Rebecca Cushen (© 1998).
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On 24 May, SOSylvia Osborne was baptised by immersion on confession of her faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.
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