Maximillian Amadeus Banzai (banzai) wrote,
Maximillian Amadeus Banzai

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From this morning

John's sermon from this morning was excellent. Anyone who has wondered about the nuts, bolts, necessity, and messiness of Christian community would do well to hear it.

Phil also wrote a new song a few weeks back, using the lyrics of "Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken." Haven't been able to sing it until this morning because it was in a part of the service when I was working. Singing it nearly brought tears to my eyes because of its beautiful truth. Wish I could present the music here as well, but they lyrics alone are some of the most solid theology about the nature of being a Christian I've ever heard.

"Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken" (Henry F. Lyte, 1824)

Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own.

Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue.
Oh while Thou dost smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright.

Man may trouble and distress me, ’twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me; heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me while Thy love is left to me;
Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me, were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure; with Thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called Thee, “Abba, Father”; I have set my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, all must work for good to me.

Soul, then know thy full salvation; rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee; think what Father’s smile is thine;
Think what Jesus died to win thee, child of heaven, canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven’s eternal days before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

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