Tuesday, August 07, 2007

bloggers fatigue

so i like to blog, it helps me think, and means that i am thinking, and helps me process things. But sometimes there are things i'm trying to process that i don't really want to blog about, and it seems that at the same time that's happening right now, i can't really think of anything to write as well. So on one level my brain is in overdrive, on another level, it's really not doing anything. Also, August will very quickly turn into september, when i start work, be an Usher at a friends wedding, and do a talk for new university students leaving Reading. I'm looking forward to that.

So in the meantime have the words of one of my favourite hymns that we sung a lot in Bulgaria:

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i concur!

Anna