Psalm 43:3_______
Send out
your light
and your
truth, that
they may
lead me
and bring
me to your
holy hill and to your dwelling
*Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy (1883–1929)
English priest who earned degrees in classics and divinity, military chap-lain known to the troops in WWI as “Woodbine Willie” (Woodbines were cigarettes…) and poet. (If you don’t know they tune, listen while you treat yourself to the lovely words of this incredily beautiful hymn.)
https://youtu.be/xEob2B4u6KA
Not here for high and
holy things
we render thanks
to thee,
but for the common
things of earth,
the purple pageantry of
dawning and of dying days,
the splendor of the sea;
the royal robes of
autumn moors,
the golden gates of spring,
the velvet of soft
summer nights,
the silver glistening
of all the million, million stars,
the silent song they sin.g,
of faith and hope and love undimmed,
undying still through death,
the resurrection of the world,
what time there comes the breath
of dawn that rustles through the trees,
and that clear voice that saith:
Awake awake, to love and work!
The lark is in the sky,
the fields are wet with diamond dew,
the worlds awake to cry
their blessings on the Lord of life,
as he goes meekly by.
Come, let thy voice be one with theirs,
shout with their shout of praise;
see how the giant sun soars up,
great lord of years and days!
So let the love of Jesus come
and set thy soul ablaze,
to give and give and give again,
what God has given thee;
to spend thyself nor count the cost;
to serve right gloriously
the God who gave all worlds that are,
and are all that are to be.
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