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Sunday, November 30, 2025

Update: Old Work

I recently found my Dropbox folder that has a bunch of old poetry, and I've got a week off from school, so I figured this was a good opportunity to update what has become my portfolio here. I have also been maintaining a hymn index by first line since earlier this year. I will update this post as I keep adding things.

I had originally planned to update this post with work migrated in from my older blog, but since it all lives in the index above and that's a lot of work to link it again now that the school week has started back up, I've altered the plan. Pray I don't alter it further. Never mind, we're doing it.

Hymns

“May the mind of Christ, the humble”
A Prayer for Daily Strength
The Faithful Pastor
Election
The Second Coming
Faith, Hope, & Love
“Death, where now hath gone thy stinging?”
A Prayer for Family Worship

Poetry

The Noble Book
Funereal Thoughts
“Tonight have I supp'd with the heroes of old”
Lost Love
Maggie with the Roses in Her Hair
Foolishness
“If I were not already late for work”
Shame
Shame II
Meditations: December 2022
Meditations: Summer 2023
The Love of Christ
Weathering

Previously Added Hymns

Break unto Us the Living Bread
The Perseverance of the Saints
Easter Hymn
Prompte et Sincere
The LORD is my shepherd
Psalm 134
Unser Herrscher, unser König
Perfect love casteth out fear
A Traveler's Prayer
Psalm 99
A Plea
Psalm 51
Psalm 43
Flow Forth, My Tongue, in Song
Christ lag in Todesbanden
Christmas Lullaby
Komm, Jesu, Komm

Saturday, November 15, 2025

Magnificat

And Mary said, Luke i. 46.

O magnify, my soul, the Lord,
And in thy God rejoice.
He doth thy lowliness record
With blessing in his voice.
His might is worthy of all fame,
And holy is his name.

His mercy is for those who fear
His name in ev’ry day.
His mighty arm doth scatter near
And far the proud away.
He hath the mighty toppled all
But lifted up the small.

The hungry take from him their fill;
The rich may only pine.
Thus to his servant Israel
His face hath turned to shine.
He mercy to our fathers swore
Which standeth evermore.

—11/14/25. From Luke 1:46-55. To “Morning Song” (Ananias Davisson), perhaps.

Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Resurrection

But in fact Christ has been raised from the dead, 1 Cor. xv. 20.

Christ is raised for our salvation!
For our sins he bled and died,
(Perfect, pure propitiation!
Justice he has satisfied!)
Then he rose the third-day morning
As the firstfruits of his kin
Whom he gave himself to win,
All their wretchedness unscorning.
Now by faith his life they see,
E’en the lowest— even me.
(1 Cor 15:1-9, 20)

As in Adam we must perish,
So in Christ we shall revive:
Great appearing that we cherish!
He who versus death doth strive
Will fulfill all resurrection,
Then in heav’n assume his seat,
All creation at his feet
Placed in firm, complete subjection
By the Father, in whose praise
He shall lead the saints always.
(1 Cor 15:21-28; 2 Tim 4:8; Heb 2:12-13)

Never kernel grew nor flourished
Save it fell into the ground,
Yet when God the seed hath nourished,
Lo, what fruit doth then abound!
Just as man excels creation,
As the sun all stars outshines,
So the frame our Lord designs
Passeth earthly expectation—
As we have been born of dust,
Likewise soon of heav’n we must.
(1 Cor 15:35-49; John 12:24; 1 John 3:2)

Therefore I will fear no terror,
Not another’s death, nor mine,
For I know the Mercy-Bearer
Brings consuming life divine
Unto death’s envenomed power:
Where, O grave, is victory?
Ill in us he cannot see,
Having sated Sinai’s glower.
Nothing can our souls distress,
Since the Savior deigns to bless.
(1 Cor 15:54-57; Hab 1:13)

Though against us stand betaken
Either sin, or hell, or foes,
Grace doth keep us yet unshaken
As thy gospel in us grows;
Always in thy work abounding,
Knowing labor is not vain,
Sure and steadfast we remain,
E’er in praise to thee resounding
And in patience waiting here
Till thy glory shall appear.
(1 Cor 15:57-58; James 5:7-8)

—11/4/25. From 1 Corinthians 15. To “Sollt’ ich meinem Gott nicht singen” (Johann Schop).

Saturday, November 1, 2025

Meditations: October 2025

The thorn pricks to wound and tear;
Grace’s needle pricks to stitch back together.
(2 Cor 12:7-9)

Crucify my anxiety on this truth:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases.
(Lam 3:22)

[[Why did they bring the adulteress to Jesus?
Why did he not condemn her?
Did she, understanding the weight of sin,
Beg to be judged by the friend of sinners?]]
[[John 7:53-8:11]]