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also known as “Whate’re my God ordains is right”


Samuel Rodigast, 1675
Translated by Catherine Winkworth

1 Whatever God ordains is good!
Holy His will abideth;
I will be still whate’er he doth,
and follow where he guideth,
He is my God; though dark my road,
he knoweth how to shield me,
wherefore to him I yield me.

2 Whatever God ordains is good!
he never will deceive me;
he leads me by the proper path,
I know he will not leave me,
And take content
What he hath sent;
his hand that sends my sadness
Will turn my tears to gladness.

3 Whatever God ordains is good!
His loving thought attends me;
No poisoned draught the cup can be
That my Physician sends me,
But medicine due;
For God is true,
Of doubt, then, I’ll divest me,
And on His goodness rest me.

4 Whatever God ordains is good!
My Life, my Light can never
Intend me harm; then, to His care
I give myself forever
In weal or woe;
For well I know,
I once shall see quite clearly,
That God did love me dearly.

5 Whatever God ordains is good!
though now this cup in drinking
may bitter to my taste appear,
I take it all unshrinking;
For to my heart
God will impart
A timely balm of healing,
and end each painful feeling.

6 Whatever God ordains is good!
here shall my stand be taken;
though sorrow, need, or death be mine;
yet I am not forsaken;
My Father’s care is round me there,
His arms embrace and shield me;
Then to my God I yield me.

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by Edwin Hodder  (1837-1904)

1 Your Word is like a garden, Lord,

with flowers bright and fair;
and everyone who seeks may pluck
a lovely cluster there.
Your Word is like a deep, deep mine;
and jewels rich and rare
are hidden in its mighty depths
for every searcher there.

2 Your Word is like a starry host;
a thousand rays of light
are seen to guide the traveler,
and make his pathway bright.
Your Word is like an armory,
where soldiers may repair,
and find, for life’s long battle day,
all needful weapons there.

3 O may I love your precious Word,
may I explore the mine,
may I its fragrant flowers glean,
may light upon me shine.
O may I find my armor there,
your Word my trusty sword;
I’ll learn to fight with every foe
the battle of the Lord.

Source: Trinity Hymnal (Rev. ed.) #139

 

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I was nearly made small
surrounded
hemmed in
by small thinking
midget musing
narrow knowledge
reactionary reason
inside-the-box
the cardboard box
lunch box
thinking

absence of thinking
nil
none
null set

my thoughts grew small
sympathetic response
to puny pundit
ready to retaliate

I tried to be small
to crawl into that place
of lower-level logic
sub-basement sentiments
tunnel ideation

that’s what they did
how they responded
what they understood
low–lower
base–baser
small–smaller
almost shut
closed mind

enter
arrow of light
spark of above wisdom
words spoken over me,

“Smallness is their distinctive
understood only by the puny.

Be BIG–bigger
big-hearted
big-minded
gi-normous

cast off smallness
every shred of stingy
faulty generosity
overlook wrongs
put asunder
live above
live in wonder.”

smallness
is the space inside us

greatness
takes the space beyond us

 

MaryBeth 2021

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Chisel

Born in darkness
chisel in hand
my soul craves
the yet unknown

I carve the stone
cut away the rock
piece by piece
sliver by sliver
dust of granite my shroud

as I chisel, light enters
momentary blindness
passes
my cave illuminated
darkness dispelled
anxiety allayed
loneliness lifted

I see You
Your glory, my lamp
Shekinah runway lights
lead me

so I chisel more
hungry for light
pushing limits
to open the way
to one day live
in Light

MaryBeth 2021

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Good Morning, Abba

I rise to greet You
I rub the sleep from my eyes
dew still soaks the spring flowers
the lush forest of Your presence awaits me
in the book of remembrance

I approach
arms open wide
anticipating Your embrace
Abba!
Abba!
Good Morning!

Copyright MaryBeth 2021

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At the cross, I was bought and sold,
And there my redemption paid.

The currency was blood
the debt was sin
a debt I couldn’t pay.

He gave His body, lifted up
His blood the altar soaked
He’s the lamb t’was slain
is being slain today

and “Why,” you ask, “Would God
who made the universe agree
to shed one drop of royal blood
to save a lost child like me?

He saw not what I was
awash in sin and death
the mud caked in my coat
the stench of death, my breath

No, my Savior came
God’s plan to fill
He saw me as I’d be
once justified
and sanctified
without blame before my King

The gifts He give, both great and small
the blood is still the best
for my Savior’s blood my soul redeemed
from Satan’s bony grasp

You may wonder why choose me
the beauty of God’s plan
is not just this lost sheep t’was saved
but all that come–each man

The door’s wide open, my sweet friend
eternity to gain
He’s the One who bears the marks
He’s the lamb t’was slain

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by Robert Lowry (1826-1899)

Low in the grave He lay,
Jesus my Savior!
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus my Lord!

Up from the gave He arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er His fores;
He arose a Victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever with His saints to reign,
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Vainly they watch His bed,
Jesus my Savior!
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus my Lord!

Death cannot keep his prey,
Jesus my Savior!
He tore the bars away,
Jesus my Lord!

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I love Your Word!

The whispers and shouts
to drive away doubts

the Light chases dark
consuming fire sparks

No greater treasure found
my life to it bound

Your message of love
from Your throne up above

Blessed be your Holy name
May all the world know Your fame

No matter where I look
no greater wisdom than Your book

M.E.Mullin/Copyright 2021

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O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You In a dry and thirsty land Where there is no water. Psalm 63:1

I rise to greet You when the dew still soaks the Spring flowers.
The lush forest of your presence awaits me.
An alcove of lush green trees in the secret forest is my morning time with You.

Cool breezes, earthy fragrance, warm sunshine greet me as I walk toward You, arms open wide, anticipating Your embrace, Your Word spoken over me–my hope, my comfort, my strength, my teacher, my love.

Abba! Abba!
Good morning!
Blessings to You, my Father God–Creator–Redeemer–Almighty One–Precious Protector–High Tower–Imanuel–El Shaddai–Adonai Tz’avot–I am yours! You are mine.

Forever is ours, my eternal love!

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By M. E. Mullin

Baby Jesus, small and soft
born that star-filled night
for ages prophets had foretold
Light to pierce the night

Your heavenly home You left behind
eternal things put aside
to enter human time and space
the Father as your guide.

Why would You,
Almighty King
Lord of all the Lords
come down to earth to be with us
the outcasts and the poor

O Jesus, help me see the truth
Your life was not in vain
Your coming was to meet my need
Yours a blood sacrifice

For the living, it was needful
without blemish You were found
yet dying was the pinnacle
my sin stain it removed

The cross it is the centerpiece
instrument of pain
see where blood was flowing down
the lamb on it was slain

In dying You gave your life for me
propitiatory substitute
in rising You opened eternity
the accuser rendered mute

A baby born to humble means
lain in a manger bare
is only part the story told
look further if you dare

the only true and living God
the one they call “I AM”
He kept His promise in the child
He sent His Son, the Lamb

May God bless you this Christmas with a vision of Easter.

Copyright 2015

Church of the Holy Sepulcher, Jerusalem

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