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March Was Lovely Hodgepodge

Thank you, Joyce for keeping the Hodgepodge questions coming.

1. March is rolling on out of here. Sum up your March in ten words or less.

Budapest, Bratislava, Czech-Republic, Austria, Cambridge, Seventy-Five, Nine…Travel and Birthday Joys!

2. Are you afraid of heights? No

When was the last time you found yourself dealing with a height, and did it make you nervous?

Besides flying at whatever thousands of feet, the highest was climbing with our own two feet to the Panorama Look-Out at St. Stephen’s Basilica in Budapest last month.

It did not make me nervous until we started down on these stairs.

3. What’s a word you struggle to spell on a regular basis, and sometimes need to double check before writing it down?

Occassion , Ocasion, Ocassion, Occasion whew…finally I got it right.

Use the word in a sentence that tells us something about your April calendar. 

We are looking forward to several occasions to celebrate in April starting with Resurrection Sunday and then two more family birthdays.

4. Love ’em or hate ’em, with Easter comes the sweet treat known as Peeps. So… do you love ’em or hate ’em?

I neither love them or hate them, I ignore them.

Speaking of peeps, what’s your favorite way to have chicken? 

Chicken pot pie is a favorite.

5. This week’s Hodgepodge lands on the first day of April, which happens to be National Poetry Month. Do you like poetry?  Share a favorite line or two from one of your favorite poems. What makes this one a favorite? 

The form of poetry I love are old hymns by people like Fanny Crosby, John Newton, Wesley, and others. I’ll share a stanza and refrain from Fanny Crosby’s, Like a River Glorious;

Like a river glorious, is God’s perfect peace,
Over all victorious, in its bright increase
Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.

Refrain:
Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest
Finding, as He promised, perfect peace and rest

This has been a favorite for years. It was a hymn we sang often at Bethany Baptist church in L.A. and in other churches we’ve been a part of. It has a great four part harmony and the alto part comes back to my memory easily when singing it with the congregation. The longer I’ve been following Jesus as my Lord and Savior, God’s peace gets fuller and deeper.

6. Insert your own random thought here. 

It’s Easter week and this is another hymn that speaks of Jesus Christ and what the cross, Good Friday and Easter are about. Happy Easter, Hodgepodgers!

 

Lamb of God, We Fall Before Thee

Lamb of God, we fall be­fore Thee,
Humbly trust­ing in Thy cross.
That alone be all our glo­ry;
All things else are on­ly dross.

Thee we own a per­fect Sav­ior,
Only source of all that’s good.
Every grace and ev­ery fa­vor
Comes to us through Je­sus’ blood.

Jesus gives us true re­pent­ance
By His Spir­it sent from Heav’n;
Whispers this trans­port­ing sen­tence,
Son, thy sins are all for­giv’n.

Faith He grants us to be­lieve it,
Grateful hearts His love to prize;
Want we wis­dom? He must give it,
Hearing ears and see­ing eyes.

Jesus gives us pure af­fect­ions,
Wills to do what He re­quires,
Makes us fol­low His di­rect­ions,
And what He com­mands, in­spires.

All our pray­ers and all our prais­es,
Rightly of­fered in His name—
He that dic­tates them is Je­sus;
He that an­swers is the same.

When we live on Je­su’s mer­it,
Then we wor­ship God aright;
Father, Son, and Ho­ly Spir­it,
Then we sav­ing­ly unite.

Hear the whole con­clu­sion of it:
Great or good, whate’er we call,
God, or King, or Priest, or Pro­phet,
Jesus Christ is all in all.

Words: Joseph Hart, 1759

Shout Aloud, All Ye Lands ~ Hymn

Shout Aloud, All Ye Lands

Across the blue wa­ters
The mes­sage of grace
O’er king­dom and em­pire
Is fly­ing apace;
The day-beam is break­ing,
Majestic and bright,
And mill­ions are turn­ing
From dark­ness to light.

Refrain

Shout aloud, all ye lands,
And be glad while ye sing;
Shout aloud, all ye lands,
For the Sav­ior is king!
And the sound that went forth
On the night of His birth
Shall be heard to the ut­ter­most
Bounds of the earth.

All crea­tures ador­ing
Shall bow at His word,
All tongues shall con­fess Him
Their Sav­ior and Lord;
His truth and its glo­ry
Extended shall be,
And cover the earth
As the wa­ters the sea.

Refrain

How gent­ly and kind­ly
There comes from above
His scep­ter of mer­cy,
His stand­ard of love!
He rul­eth in wis­dom,
The mon­arch of peace;
His reign shall be glo­ri­ous
And nev­er shall cease.

Refrain

The day is ap­proach­ing,
The time draw­eth nigh,
When na­tion to na­tion
Hosanna shall cry;
The id­ols they wor­ship
In dust shall be laid,
And Je­sus be hon­ored,
Exalted, ob­eyed.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1875.

I Believe in God the Father ~ Hymn

 

I Believe in God the Father

I believe in God the Fa­ther,
Who cre­at­ed Heav’n and earth;
Made the stars to shine so bright­ly,
Gave each liv­ing thing its birth.
I be­lieve in God the Fa­ther,
And in Je­sus Christ His Son,
Who was cru­ci­fied on Cal­v’ry
For the sins that all have done.

I be­lieve He died, was bur­ied,
Rose again, no more to die;
And as­cend­ing to His Fa­ther,
Took His seat with Him on high.
I be­lieve in God the Spir­it,
Sent to us from Heav’n above,
And the Church our bless­èd Sav­ior
Hath re­deemed by His great love.

I be­lieve in His for­give­ness,
And His won­drous pow­er to save;
In a glo­ri­ous re­sur­rect­ion,
And a life be­yond the grave.
I be­lieve in God the Fa­ther,
I be­lieve in God the Son,
And in God the Ho­ly Spir­it,
Everlasting Three in One.

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1892.

A Message Sweet is Borne to Me ~ Hymn

A Message Sweet is Borne to Me

A mes­sage sweet is borne to me
On wings of joy di­vine;
A won­drous mes­sage, glad and free,
That thrills this heart of mine;
I’m saved by grace, by grace alone,
Through Christ, whose love I claim,
No oth­er could for sin atone,
Hosanna to His name!

Refrain

O glo­ri­ous song that all day long
With tune­ful note is ring­ing,
I’m saved by grace, am­az­ing grace,
And that is why I’m sing­ing!

I hear the mes­sage that I love
When morn­ing dawns anew;
I read it in the sun ab­ove
That shines across the blue;
I hear it in the twi­light still,
And at the sun­set hour—
I’m saved by grace! what words can thrill
With such a ma­gic pow­er?

Refrain

Oh, won­drous grace for all man­kind,
That spreads from sea to sea!
It heals the sick and leads the blind,
And sets the pri­son­er free;
The soul that seeks it can­not fail
To see the Sav­ior’s face,
And Sa­tan’s power can­not pre­vail
If we are saved by grace.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1898.

Stand Like the Brave ~ Hymn

Stand Like the Brave

O Christ­ian, awake! ’tis the Mas­ter’s com­mand;
With hel­met and shield, and a sword in thy hand,
To meet the bold tempt­er, go, fear­less­ly go,
Then stand like the brave, with thy face to the foe.

Refrain

Stand like the brave, stand like the brave,
Stand like the brave, with thy face to the foe.

The cause of thy Mas­ter with vi­gor de­fend;
Be watch­ful, be zea­lous, and fight to the end;
Wherever He leads thee, go, val­iant­ly go,
Then stand like the brave, with thy face to the foe.

Refrain

Press on, nev­er doubt­ing, thy cap­tain is near,
With grace to sup­ply, and with com­fort to cheer;
His love like a stream in the de­sert will flow;
Then stand like the brave, with thy face to the foe.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1886.

He Hideth My Soul ~ Hymn

He Hideth My Soul

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
Where rivers of pleasure I see.

Refrain

He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life with the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.

A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,
He taketh my burden away;
He holdeth me up, and I shall not be moved,
He giveth me strength as my day.

Refrain

With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,
And filled with His fullness divine,
I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God
For such a Redeemer as mine!

Refrain

When clothed in His brightness, transported I rise
To meet Him in clouds of the sky,
His perfect salvation, His wonderful love
I’ll shout with the millions on high.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby

Great is the Love of Jesus ~ Hymn

Great is the Love of Jesus

Great is the love that brought me
Out of the path of sin;
Great is the love that gave me
Pardon and peace with­in.

Refrain

Great is the love that saves me,
Saves me hour by hour;
Wonderful love of Je­sus—
Who can resist its pow­er?

Great is the love that draws me
Near to my heav’n­ly guide;
Great is the love that keeps me
Close to His bleed­ing side.

Refrain

Great is the love that leads me
Safely where’er I go;
More of its pow­er and great­ness
Teach me, O Lord, to know.

Refrain

Great is the love pre­par­ing
Mansions of rest ab­ove;
There shall I know its full­ness,
Wonderful, bound­less love.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, 1894.

Singing for Jesus ~ Hymn

Singing for Jesus

Singing for Je­sus, sing­ing for Je­sus,
Trying to serve Him wher­ev­er I go;
Pointing the lost to the way of sal­va­tion—
This be my mis­sion, a pil­grim be­low.
When in the strains of my coun­try I min­gle,
When to ex­alt her my voice I would raise;
’Tis for His glo­ry, whose arm is her re­fuge,
Him would I hon­or, His name would I praise,
His name would I praise.

Singing for Je­sus hymns of de­vo­tion,
Lifting the soul on her pin­ions of love;
Dropping a word or a thought by the way­side,
Telling of rest in the man­sions above.
Music may soft­en where lang­uage would fail us,
Feelings long bur­ied ’twill oft­en re­store.
Tones that were breathed from the lips of de­part­ed,
How we re­vere them when they are no more!
When they are no more!

Singing for Je­sus, bless­èd Re­deem­er,
God of the pil­grims, for Thee I will sing;
When o’er the bil­lows of time I am waft­ed,
Still with Thy praise shall eter­ni­ty ring.
Glory to God for the pros­pect be­fore me,
Soon shall my spir­it trans­port­ed as­cend;
Singing for Je­sus, O bliss­ful em­ploy­ment,
Loud hal­le­lu­jahs that ne­ver will end,
That ne­ver will end.

Words: Fanny Crosby

All the Way My Savior Leads Me ~ Hymn

Sunday-Banbury 053All the Way My Savior Leads Me

All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living bread.
Though my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way.

Words: Fanny Crosby

The Cross of My Redeemer ~ Hymn

The Cross of My Redeemer

On Calvary’s distant mountain
The cross of faith I see,
Where once the Lord of glo­ry
Was cru­ci­fied for me.

Refrain

The cross of my Re­deem­er,
O may I still defend,
And through the grace He giveth
Be faithful to the end.

As on that cross extended,
He suffered, bled and died,
To sinful thoughts and pleasures
May I be cru­ci­fied.

Refrain

He bore that cross with patience;
Through sorrow dark and sin,
He bids me now, be­liev­ing,
Take up my cross for Him.

Refrain

Had I no foes to conquer
No cross on earth to bear,
A victor’s crown of triumph,
I could not hope to wear.

Refrain

Words: Fanny Crosby, (1820-1915)