An oops!

Today I was leafing through the binder where I record the hymns/songs we sing each week at St. Andrew's looking for a certain hymn. I came across this: "O breath of life, come (swapping) sweeping through us". Something or someone must have distracted me while I was writing down the title! (You might think for a musician, particularly an organist, I'd be able to do more than one thing at once...) I burst out laughing :) Then I thought, this is not a bad mixup of words, in a rather funny way. God's Spirit can sweep through us, and before we know it, things are replaced or swapped for other things. Priorities change, attitudes change, we change - through the power of the Holy Spirit. A good reminder during the season of Pentecost, eh?

"Rabbi, carest Thou not that we perish?"

Sunday's gospel lesson was Mark 4:35-41 where we learn of a stormy boat trip taken by Jesus and his disciples. I have always liked this passage for many reasons. 1. Christ seemed oblivious to the storm; He was asleep. 2. The disciples accused Him of not caring what happened to them. 3. Jesus commanded the wind and waves to be still and they were! 4. The disciples were filled with awe. (And they apparently still did not understand who Jesus was.)

While choosing hymns for the service I recalled this hymn from my early years and would like to share it with you, my reader. It has been many years since I have sung it! You can read a little about how the words were written and hear the tune here.

Master, the tempest is raging! The billows are tossing high!
The sky is o'ershadowed with blackness, No shelter or help is nigh;
Carest Thou not that we perish? How canst Thou lie asleep,
When each moment so madly is threat'ning A grave in the angry deep?

Chorus
The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace, be still!
Whether the wrath of the storm-tossed sea,
Or demons, or men, or whatever it be,
No waters can swallow the ship where lies
The Master of ocean, and earth, and skies:
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, be still! Peace, be still!
They all shall sweetly obey Thy will,
Peace, peace be still!

Master, with anguish of spirit I bow in my grief today;
The depths of my sad heart are troubled - Oh, waken and save, I pray!
Torrents of sin and of anguish Sweep o'er my sinking soul,
And I perish! I perish! dear Master - Oh, hasten, and take control.

Master, the terror is over, The elements sweetly rest;
Earth's sun in the calm lake is mirrored, And heaven's within my breast;
Linger, O blessed Redeemer! Leave me alone no more,
And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, And rest on the blissful shore.

Words by Mary A. Baker Music by H.R. Palmer

Here might I stay and sing

A wonderful man of God, Dr. Hugh Rae, went home this week. Over the many years that I have known the Rae family, I have one enduring picture in my mind of Dr. Rae. In my mind's eye I see him standing, hands clasped, singing heartily from memory all the verses of CRIMOND. He has walked through "death's dark vale" to the other side and could he still speak, I am sure his testimony would be, "Goodness and mercy all my life [have] surely follow[ed] me."

Earlier this week I had planned to write about another hymn, the one in the title of this post, "My song is love unknown". It will be used during Communion on Sunday and so I have been singing it often this week. There are times when it seems like a good idea to just stay at church singing about God's love rather than facing the world with its struggles. For the Christian, the place and time for unending praise will come in eternity where our only focus will be God - "in whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend."

Over the last couple days, these two hymns have come together for me. Dr. Rae, who so obviously loved God and loved singing His praise is now spending all his days doing just that.