Sunday Favorites - Ice Cream Cone Cupcake

Today I'm linking up to Happy to Design for Sunday Favorites. I've always loved this meme but it's been a long time since I joined in.

Today I'm sharing an old post about Ice Cream Cone Cupcakes. I'm sharing this one because I'm really craving ice cream and we have none but I don't want to get dressed an comb my hair just to go get some! I hope you enjoy this post from September 6, 2008.

Sunday Favorite

September 6, 2008

A cupcake...baked in an ice cream cone. I found this on this website and it seems like this is an ages old idea, but I had never heard of it or had one. I think they would be great for kids party's or just for fun. I want to try them.

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I also think this is such a great idea. It makes me want to have little kids again so that I can throw a party and make this.

Hail, Thou Once Despised Jesus (tune: IN BABILONE)

Hail, thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us;
thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, thou universal Savior,
who hast borne our sin and shame!
By thy merits we find favor;
life is given through thy name.

Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
all our sins on thee were laid;
by almighty love anointed,
thou hast full atonement made.
Every sin may be forgiven
through the virtue of thy blood;
opened is the gate of heaven,
reconciled are we with God.

Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
there forever to abide;
all the heavenly hosts adore thee,
seated at thy Father's side.
There for sinners thou art pleading;
there thou dost our place prepare;
thou for saints art interceding
till in glory they appear.

Worship, honour, power, and blessing
Christ is worthy to receive;
loudest praises, without ceasing,
right it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
help to sing of Jesus' merits,
help to chant Emmanuel's praise!

Text: Attr. to John Bakewell (1757) and Martin Madan (1760)
Tune: IN BABILONE 87.87 D

How Firm A Foundation (Sacred Harp / shape note version)

"How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
to you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

"Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
for I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I'll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

"When through deep waters I call thee to go,
the rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
for I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
and sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

"When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
my grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
the flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

Text: "K" in John Rippon's A Selection of Hymns (1787)
Tune: Sacred Harp #72 (Bellvue)

Let All The World In Every Corner Sing

Let all the world in every corner sing, my God and King!
The heavens are not too high, his praise may thither fly,
the earth is not too low, his praises there may grow.
Let all the world in every corner sing, my God and King!

Let all the world in every corner sing, my God and King!
The church with psalms must shout, no door can keep them out;
but, above all, the heart must bear the longest part.
Let all the world in every corner sing, my God and King!

Words: George Herbert (1633)
Setting in Five Mystical Songs by Ralph Vaughan Williams (1911)

For The Beauty Of The Earth

See also: For the Beauty of the Earth (John Rutter)

For the beauty of the earth,
for the beauty of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies,

Refrain:

Christ our God, to thee we raise
this our sacrifice of praise.

OR

Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.

For the beauty of each hour
of the day and of the night,
hill and vale, and tree and flower,
sun and moon, and stars of light (Refrain)

For the joy of ear and eye,
for the heart and brain's delight,
for the mystic harmony
linking sense to sound and sight (Refrain)

For the joy of human love,
brother, sister, parent, child,
friends on earth, and friends above,
for all gentle thoughts and mild (Refrain)

For each perfect gift of thine
to our race so freely given,
graces human and divine,
flowers of earth and buds of heaven (Refrain)

For thy Bride that evermore
lifteth holy hands above,
offering up on every shore
this pure sacrifice of love (Refrain)

For the martyrs' crown of light,
for thy prophets' eagle eye,
for thy bold confessors' might,
for the lips of infancy (Refrain)

For thy virgins' robes of snow,
for thy maiden Mother mild,
for thyself, with hearts aglow,
Jesus,Victim undefiled (Refrain)

See also: For the Beauty of the Earth (John Rutter)

Historical Information

Words: Folliot Sandford Pierpoint, 1864
Tune: DIX 77.77.77

Ye Watchers And Ye Holy Ones (Tune: LASST UNS ERFREUEN)

Ye watchers and ye holy ones,
bright Seraphs, Cherubim, and Thrones,
raise the glad strain, Alleluia!
Cry out, Dominions, Princedoms, Powers,
Virtues, Archangles, Angels' choirs,
Alleluia! alleluia! alleluia! alleluia! alleluia!

O higher than the Cherubim,
more glorious than the Seraphim,
lead their praises, Alleluai!
Thou bearer of the eternal Word,
most gracious, magnify the Lord,
Alleluia! alleluia! alleluia! alleluia! alleluia!

Respond, ye souls in endless rest,
ye Patriarchs and Prophets blest,
Alleluia! alleluia!
Ye holy Twelve, ye Martyrs strong,
All Saints triumphant, raise the song,
Alleluia! alleluia! alleluia! alleluia! alleluia!

O friends, in gladness let us sing,
supernal anthems echoing,
Alleluia, alleluia!
To God the Father, God the Son,
and God the Spirit, Three in One,
Alleluia! alleluia! alleluia! alleluia! alleluia!

Words: John Athelstan Riley (1906)
Tune: LASST UNS ERFREUEN 88.44.88 + Alleluias, Geistliche Kirchengesang, 1623.

Iwanna Wednesday and a Betta Named Dallas

Several years ago I had a Betta Fish named Dallas. I loved Dallas. He was such a good fish. He just swam and watched me. No judgment, no demands. Nope, he was perfect. But alas, I killed poor Dallas!

I didn't do it intentionally. No...we had a bad case of fleas in the apartment where we were living. So one day I decided to take off for the weekend in order to bug bomb the apartment to kill the fleas. I removed and covered all the food and dishes as is suggested on the label. I opened the cabinets, cupboards, and closet doors. I covered furniture with newspapers. I did everything except take little Dallas out of the room. I left him there...all weekend; swimming in poisoned bug-bomb water!

It was a horrible sight to come back after the weekend and see poor Dallas belly up in his little fish bowl! We gave little Dallas a fine burial at sea, (if you know what I mean). I never replaced poor Dallas, but lately I've been thinking about how beautiful he was and how relaxing it was to just sit and watch him swim back and forth. I even enjoyed cleaning his slimy little home.

So what Iwanna this Iwanna Wednesday is a new Betta Fish; Dallas the Sequel!

Dallas the Original was sort of bluish-purplish. But there are so many different colors of Betta Fish, sometimes known as Siamese Fighting Fish.

Take a look at the coloring on this one. I can't tell if it's jade or turquoise or seafoam green! But it's so pretty and Iwanna one just like it. Love the whitish ends of the fins/flippers/wings...whatever.

But maybe a beautiful blue one. I really love then little pincher ends of the fins/flippers/wings on this one. They remind me of those pincher bugs aka Earwigs.

But I've already had a bluish-purple Betta so maybe just go extreme with a bright RED one! This one looks like he's wearing an elegant, red salsa dancing dress!

I love the shininess of this one. He's almost glow-in-the dark Neon isn't he? All glittery and all. Iwanna one of these. I wonder where I can find one?

And of course Iwanna and Dallas the Sequel will wanna a new home too. Check out this one. Is this unique or what? Kind of a pewtery/silver color.

But Iwanna this one also. This one is soooo unique! I just don't know if there's enough swimming room with all the long beautiful fins/flippers/wings that Betta's have.

Ahhhh, and as Goldilocks said....This one is just right! Lots of elbow room :-)
Gold with little curlicue things decorating it. And seeing how beautiful that little guy looks inside maybe that might be the perfect color for my new Betta. This is one Iwanna Wednesday wish that will probably be fulfilled this weekend. I'll let you know!

So what about you? Have you ever bug-bombed a loved one? And what color Betta is your favorite?
Happy Iwanna Wednesday!

Trust And Obey

When we walk with the Lord
in the light of his word,
what a glory he sheds on our way!
While we do his good will,
he abides with us still,
and with all who will trust and obey.

Refrain:

Trust and obey, for there's no other way
to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear,
not a sorrow we share,
but our toil he doth richly repay;
not a grief or a loss,
not a frown or a cross,
but is blest if we trust and obey. (Refrain)

But we never can prove
the delights of his love
until all on the altar we lay;
for the favor he shows,
for the joy he bestows,
are for them who will trust and obey. (Refrain)

Then in fellowship sweet
we will sit at his feet,
or we'll walk by his side in the way;
what he says we will do,
where he sends we will go;
never fear, only trust and obey. (Refrain)

Text: John H. Sammis, 1887
Music: Daniel B. Towner, 1887

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken
Like the first morning,
Black bird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word!

Sweet the rain's new fall
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness
Of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness
Where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight!
Mine is the morning.
Born of the one light
Eden saw play!
Praise with elation,
Praise ev'ry morning,
God's recreation
Of the newday!

Background Information

Words: Eleanor Farjeon (1931)
Tune: BUNESSAN 55.54D (Traditional Gaelic melody)

When In Our Music God Is Glorified

When in our music God is glorified,
and adoration leaves no room for pride,
it is as though the whole creation cried
Alleluia!

How often, making music, we have found
a new dimension in the world of sound,
as worship moved us to a more profound
Alleluia!

So has the Church, in liturgy and song,
in faith and love, through centuries of wrong,
borne witness to the truth in every tongue,
Alleluia!

And did not Jesus sing a psalm that night
when utmost evil strove against the Light?
Then let us sing, for whom he won the fight,
Alleluia!

Let every instrument be tuned for praise!
Let all rejoice who have a voice to raise!
And may God give us faith to sing always
Alleluia!

Words: Fred Pratt Green (1972)
Tune: Engelberg 10.10.10.4, by Charles Villiers Stanford (1904)

Come, Thou Amighty King

Come, thou almighty King,
help us thy Name to sing,
help us to praise!
Father all glorious,
over all victorious,
come and reign over us,
Ancient of Days!

Come, thou incarnate Word,
gird on thy mighty sword,
our prayer attend!
Come, and thy people bless,
and give thy word success,
Spirit of holiness,
on us descend!

Come, holy Comforter,
thy sacred witness bear
in this glad hour.
thou who almighty art,
now rule in every heart,
and ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power!

To Thee, great One in Three,
Eternal praises be,
hence evermore.
Thy sovereign majesty
may we in glory see,
and to eternity
love and adore!

Words: Anonymous, from Collection of Hymns for Social Worship, 1757
Tune: ITALIAN HYMN (MOSCOW) 664.6664

I'll Praise My Maker While I've Breath

I'll praise my Maker while I've breath,
and when my voice is lost in death,
praise shall employ my nobler powers;
my days of praise shall ne'er be past,
while life, and thought, and being last,
or immortality endures.

Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
vain is the help of flesh and blood:
their breath departs, their pomp, and power,
and thoughts, all vanish in an hour,
nor can they make their promise good.

Happy the man whose hopes rely
on Israel's God: he made the sky,
and earth, and seas, with all their train;
his truth for ever stands secure,
he saves th'oppressed, he feeds the poor,
and none shall find his promise vain.

The Lord has eyes to give the blind;
the Lord supports the sinking mind;
he sends the laboring conscience peace;
he helps the stranger in distress,
the widow, and the fatherless,
and grants the prisoner sweet release.

He loves his saints, he knows them well,
but turns the wicked down to hell;
thy God, O Zion! ever reigns:
Let every tongue, let every age,
in this exalted work engage;
praise him in everlasting strains.

I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
and when my voice is lost in death,
praise shall employ my nobler powers;
my days of praise shall ne'er be past,
while life, and thought, and being last,
or immortality endures.

Paraphrase of Psalm 146

Words: Isaac Watts, 1719
Tune: OLD 113TH, 888.888, attributed to Matthäus Greiter (1525)

He Leadeth Me: O Blessed Thought

He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.

Refrain:

He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
by his own hand he leadeth me;
his faithful follower I would be,
for by his hand he leadeth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
by waters still, o'er troubled sea,
still 'tis his hand that leadeth me. (Refrain)

Lord, I would place my hand in thine,
nor ever murmur nor repine;
content, whatever lot I see,
since 'tis my God that leadeth me. (Refrain)

And when my task on earth is done,
when by thy grace the victory's won,
e'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
since God through Jordan leadeth me. (Refrain)

Paraphrase of Psalm 23

Text: Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862
Tune: HE LEADETH ME LM + Refrain, by William B. Bradbury, 1864

Take My Life And Let It Be

Take my life, and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee;
take my moments and my days,
let them flow in ceaseless praise.

Take my hands, and let them move
at the impulse of thy love;
take my feet, and let them be
swift and beautiful for thee.

Take my voice, and let me sing
always, only, for my King;
take my lips, and let them be
filled with messages from thee.

Take my silver and my gold,
not a mite would I withhold;
take my intellect, and use
every power as thou shalt choose.

Take my will and make it thine;
it shall be no longer mine.
take my heart, it is thine own;
it shall be thy royal throne.

Take my love; my Lord, I pour
at thy feet its treasure store;
take my self, and I will be
ever, only, all for thee.

Text: Frances Ridley Havergal (1874)
Tune: HENDON 7.7.7.7, by H.A. César Malan (1827)

在主內 (In God Alone)

在主內 (In God Alone)

唯在主內 我的靈得安歇
上主是我磐石 我永不動搖
唯在主內 我的靈得安歇
上主是我磐石 我永不動搖

在主內安歇,我靈
上主是我的希望
呼喚上主的聖名
祂是我們的庇蔭

勿信靠財富,我靈
尋求上主的榮耀
上主祂信實可靠
我們的力量和救主

大家前來朝拜主
我們是祂的羊群
聽從上主的教導
我們心深處的呼聲

Chinese Translation of In God Alone, by Bob Fabing
Translation by 彭育申修女譯詞

See my other blog postings in the Contemporary Catholic series.

Tell Out My Soul (Magnificat)

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord!
Unnumbered blessings give my spirit voice;
tender to me the promise of his word;
in God my Savior shall my heart rejoice.

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his Name!
Make known his might, the deeds his arm has done;
his mercy sure, from age to age to same;
his holy Name--the Lord, the Mighty One.

Tell out, my soul, the greatness of his might!
Powers and dominions lay their glory by.
Proud hearts and stubborn wills are put to flight,
the hungry fed, the humble lifted high.

Tell out, my soul, the glories of his word!
Firm is his promise, and his mercy sure.
Tell out, my soul, the greatness of the Lord
to children's children and for evermore!

Text: Magnificat, Luke 1:46-56
Words: Timothy Dudley-Smith (1962)
Tune: WOODLANDS 10.10.10.10, by Walter Greatorex, 1877-1949

Bless This House

Bless this house, O Lord we pray,
Make it safe by night and day.
Bless these walls so firm and stout,
Keeping want and trouble out.
Bless the roof and chimneys tall,
Let thy peace lie overall.
Bless this door that it may prove,
Ever open, to joy and love.
Bless these windows shining bright,
Letting in God's Heavenly light,
Bless the hearth, the painting there,
With smoke ascending like a prayer!
Bless the folk who dwell within,
Keep them pure and free from sin.
Bless us all that we may be,
Fit O Lord to dwell with thee.
Bless us all that one day we may dwell,
O Lord! With Thee!

Historical Information

Words: Helen Taylor (1927)
Music: May Brahe (1927)

Sing of the Lord's Goodness

Sing of the Lord's goodness Father of all wisdom,
come to him and bless his name.
Mercy he has shown us, his love is for ever,
faithful to the end of days.

Refrain:

Come, then, all you nations,
sing of your Lord's goodness,
melodies of praise and thanks to God.
Ring out the Lord's glory,
praise him with your music,
worship him and bless his name.

Power he has wielded, honour is his garment
risen from the snares of death.
His word he has spoken, one bread he has broken,
new life he now gives to all. (Refrain)

Courage in our darkness, comfort in our sorrow,
Spirit of our God most high;
solace for the weary, pardon for the sinner,
splendour of the living God. (Refrain)

Praise him with your singing, praise him with the trumpet
praise God with the lute and harp;
praise him with the cymbals, praise him with your dancing,
praise God till the end of days. (Refrain)

Composer: Ernest Sands (1981)

See my other blog postings in the Contemporary Catholic series.

Be Thou My Vision (Tune: SLANE)

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart,
be all else but naught to me, save that thou art;
be thou my best thought in the day and the night,
both waking and sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word,
be thou ever with me, and I with thee Lord;
be thou my great Father, and I thy true son;
be thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my breastplate, my sword for the fight;
be thou my whole armor, be thou my true might;
be thou my soul's shelter, be thou my strong tower:
O raise thou me heavenward, great Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise:
be thou mine inheritance now and always;
be thou and thou only the first in my heart;
O Sovereign of heaven, my treasure thou art.

High King of heaven, thou heaven's bright sun,
O grant me its joys after victory is won;
great Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
still be thou my vision, O Ruler of all.

Historical Background

Text: Rop tú mo Baile, ancient Irish hymn translated by Mary Byrne (1905) and versified by Eleanor Hull (1912)
Tune: SLANE 10.10.10.10

Iwanna Wednesday Celebrates a Birthday

Well it's Wednesday again and Iwanna share a special birthday with you. My birthday! Not today; yesterday. What does my birthday have to do with Iwanna'ing something? Well what Iwanna do is Iwanna thank everyone for such a great birthday and Iwanna share with you what a great birthday it was!

First the day started with a big birthday hug from my mom! Iwanna thank her for giving me life and for always being there for me. I love you mom!

Then a birthday text from my brother Fred, "G'morning, happy bday. Hope ur day goes purrfect, Love Fred." Iwanna thank my brother for thinking of me at 7:08 am! Love you too Bro!.

Then a birthday phone call from my sister Lisa. Iwanna thank my sister for sharing the ride via cell phones to work each morning. Each morning without fail she calls me at around 7:45 and we talk until about 7:58 and just start our morning with what we saw on the news or our own personal news regarding our families, friends and jobs! I love you little sister!

Iwanna also thank and share with you the great surprise from the ladies in my office. First off they brought me a lovely cup of my favorite thing to have at Starbucks...a Venti Breve Latte with One Splenda! Yum! But they also gave me this beautiful floral arrangement and a card to match! Big beautiful Sunflowers!

Then of course...all throughout the day, Iwanna especially thank all my Facebook friends!

Steve from Florida

My Precious Daughter April

My dear friend Anita, who even brought a cake!

My son's bestfriend,William who is serving his country in Iraq. He sent me a super funny video. Thanks William!

Many friends from High School:

Claudia

Grace

Janet

Debi

and Dora

Then of course my friend Stacie, founding member of the Tiara Club and Iron Chef Night, and the greatest study buddy ever! I would have flunked Statistics if not for her!

My bloggy friend Summur! Iwanna especially thank you for being such a good friend and for taking part in the joy of this day!

And of course....Family. Cousins, 2nd cousins and cousins-in-law!

Stella and Pedia together... Stella with some loving words...as always. Pedia with a great compliment!

Anna and her brother Richard, my cousins Fay's kids

My cousin Laura...cousin Jr's wife

and last but not least, my co-worker and dear friend Angelica who decided to take MY birthday off!

But she's bringing me a cake to work, so I have to forgive her!

But the birthday festivities didn't end there! The ladies at the office also had a little surprise planned after lunch. Instead of cake (since most of us are trying to watch how many carbs we eat) Michele refrigerated me a birthday jello cake with lots of whipped topping. It was raspberry flavored, sugar free and delicious! Iwanna thank the ladies of CVIS!

But that wasn't all for goodies for the day. My wonderful daughter April sent me an Edible Arrangement!

I've never received one of these but you know Iwanna'd one for the longest time!!! Mmmmm, it was delicious. Especially the chocolate dipped strawberries and the pineapple stars!

But the day was young and Iwanna wasn't done. I was treated to dinner by my brother Fred, my sister Lisa and my mom Tomasa. Mom's favorite place is Denny's and even though it was my birthday and I would have loved Mexicali and a frosty Margarita, if it wasn't for mom I wouldn't be here, so Denny's it was! I had a yummy Grilled Cheese Sandwich, then after we came back to my house and enjoyed some more Edible Arrangement and each other.

I wasn't kidding about devouring that Edible Arrangement as you can tell by the picture of me and my sister Lisa! Iwanna is the one on the right.

Brother Fred, mom and sister Lisa on the patio. Looks fresh and lovely doesn't it? It's about 100 degrees at that time!

My sis and bro together! Aren't they photogenic?

And as the sun sets in the West...Iwanna bids you all farewell. Iwanna thank everyone who shared in my special day and Iwanna thank everyone that shared in my sharing of my special day. And then thanks to those who shared in my sharing of the sharing of the special day that was shared. Ok...let me just end by saying, Iwanna more of those chocolate dipped Strawberries!!!

Happy Birthday to Iwanna!!

O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lydia)

See also:

• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lyngham)
• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Azmon)

O for a thousand tongues to sing
my great Redeemer's praise,
the glories of my God and King,
the triumphs of his grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
assist me to proclaim,
to spread through all the earth abroad
the honors of thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
that bids our sorrows cease;
'tis music in the sinner's ears,
'tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin,
he sets the prisoner free;
his blood can make the foulest clean;
his blood availed for me.

He speaks, and listening to his voice,
new life the dead receive;
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
the humble poor believe.

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
your loosened tongues employ;
ye blind, behold your savior come,
and leap, ye lame, for joy.

In Christ, your head, you then shall know,
shall feel your sins forgiven;
anticipate your heaven below,
and own that love is heaven.

See also:

• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lyngham)
• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Azmon)

Historical Information

Text: Charles Wesley, 1739
Tune: LYDIA CM (Thomas Phillips)

I Cannot Tell

I cannot tell how he whom angels worship
should stoop to love the peoples of the earth,
or why as shepherd he should seek the wanderer
with his mysterious promise of new birth.
But this I know, that he was born of Mary,
when Bethlehem's manger was his only home,
and that he lived at Nazareth and labored,
and so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come.

I cannot tell how silently he suffered,
as with his peace he graced this place of tears,
or how his heart upon the cross was broken,
the crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, he heals the broken-hearted,
and stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
and lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
for yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.

I cannot tell how he will win the nations,
how he will claim his earthly heritage,
how satisfy the needs and aspirations
of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see his glory,
and he shall reap the harvest he has sown,
and some glad day his sun shall shine in splendor
when he the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.

I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
when, at his bidding, every storm is stilled,
or who can say how great the jubilation
when every heart with perfect love is filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
and myriad, myriad human voices sing,
and earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:
'At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King!'

Words: William Young Fullerton, 1929
Music: LONDONDERRY AIR 11.10.11.10 D

O Worship The King

O worship the King,
all glorious above!
O gratefully sing
his power and his love!
Our shield and defender,
the Ancient of Days,
pavilioned in splendor,
and girded with praise.

O tell of his might!
O sing of his grace!
Whose robe is the light,
whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath
the deep thunderclouds form,
and dark is his path
on the wings of the storm.

The earth, with its store
of wonders untold,
Almighty, thy power
hath founded of old,
hath 'stablished it fast
by a changeless decree,
and round it hath cast,
like a mantle, the sea.

Thy bountiful care,
what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air;
it shines in the light;
it streams from the hills,
it descends to the plain,
and sweetly distills
in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust,
and feeble as frail,
in thee do we trust,
nor find thee to fail;
thy mercies, how tender!
How firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!

O measureless Might,
ineffable Love,
while angels delight
to worship thee above,
the humbler creation,
though feeble their lays,
with true adoration
shall all sing thy praise.

Text: Robert Grant, 1833, after William Kethe (ca. 1559-1594)
Tune: HANOVER 10.10.11.11.(A Supplement to the New Version, probably by William Croft, 1678-1727)

E'en So, Lord Jesus, Quickly Come

Peace be to you and grace from Him
Who freed us from our sin
Who loved us all,
and shed his blood
That we might saved be.

Sing holy, holy to our Lord
The Lord almighty God
Who was and is,
and is to come
Sing holy, holy Lord.

Rejoice in heaven, all ye that dwell therein
Rejoice on earth, ye saints below
For Christ is coming,
Is coming soon
For Christ is coming soon.

E'en so Lord Jesus quickly come
And night shall be no more
They need no light,
no lamp, nor sun
For Christ will be their All!

Composer: Paul Manz (1919-2009)

There Is A Balm In Gilead

Refrain:
There is a balm in Gilead,
to make the wounded whole,
there is a balm in Gilead,
to heal the sinsick soul.

Sometimes I feel discouraged,
and think my work's in vain,
but then the Holy Spirit
revives my soul again. (Refrain)

If you cannot preach like Peter,
if you cannot pray like Paul,
you can tell the love of Jesus,
and say, "He died for all." (Refrain)

Don’t ever feel discouraged,
for Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He’ll never refuse to lend. (Refrain)

Historical Information

Traditional African American Spiritual

This Is My Father's World

This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
he speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!

Text: Maltbie D. Babcock (1901)
Tune: TERRA BEATA, SMD

Match-making

One day last week I was visiting one of my favorite blogs, A Cup of Jo, and she had done a post on Date my Single Kid. You can read about it here. Apparently the mother of a friend of Joanna's is always trying to set her son up with single women and she's launched a new website called Date My Single Kid.

Reading that reminded me of when I first met my husband (who is now my ex-husband and has been for the past 17 years, but it's still a cute story) back in 1977 or 1978, I forget exactly what year. I was attending Bakersfield College and there was a super funny, intelligent, older woman in one of my classes and we became friends and would often have coffee together.

This woman would tell me all the time that she had a son my age that she really wanted me to meet. I told her I had just started dating someone so sorry...I wasn't interested. This continued for quite a few months until one night when the guy I was dating told me he had forgotten something at home and would I mind if we stopped by to pick it up and by the way his mother would be there; would I like meet her? I said that was fine even though I was terrified to meet "the mother".

We walked in and he introduced me to his mom, Marge and Marge yells, "Alicia! It's you." I didn't recognize this woman at all and didn't have a clue as to how she would know who I was. She realized I didn't know who she was so she says, "Wait a minute" and runs out the living room into her bedroom. A few minutes later she returns and I recognize her and I yell, "Marge!" She laughs and says, "I knew you didn't recognize me without my wig!"

Marge was the dear older lady that had become my friend at school and the son she wanted so badly to introduce me to was the man I was already dating! How's that for kismet?

O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Azmon)

See also:

• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lyngham)
• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lydia)
  

O for a thousand tongues to sing
my great Redeemer's praise,
the glories of my God and King,
the triumphs of his grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
assist me to proclaim,
to spread through all the earth abroad
the honors of thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
that bids our sorrows cease;
'tis music in the sinner's ears,
'tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin,
he sets the prisoner free;
his blood can make the foulest clean;
his blood availed for me.

He speaks, and listening to his voice,
new life the dead receive;
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
the humble poor believe.

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
your loosened tongues employ;
ye blind, behold your savior come,
and leap, ye lame, for joy.

In Christ, your head, you then shall know,
shall feel your sins forgiven;
anticipate your heaven below,
and own that love is heaven.

See also:

• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lyngham)
• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lydia)
  

Historical Information

Text: Charles Wesley, 1739
Tune: AZMON CM, by Carl G. Gläser (1828), arr. Lowell Mason (1839)

O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lyngham)

See also:

• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Azmon)
• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lydia)
  

O for a thousand tongues to sing
my great Redeemer's praise,
the glories of my God and King,
the triumphs of his grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
assist me to proclaim,
to spread through all the earth abroad
the honors of thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
that bids our sorrows cease;
'tis music in the sinner's ears,
'tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin,
he sets the prisoner free;
his blood can make the foulest clean;
his blood availed for me.

He speaks, and listening to his voice,
new life the dead receive;
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
the humble poor believe.

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
your loosened tongues employ;
ye blind, behold your savior come,
and leap, ye lame, for joy.

In Christ, your head, you then shall know,
shall feel your sins forgiven;
anticipate your heaven below,
and own that love is heaven.

See also:

• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Azmon)
• O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing (Lydia)
  

Historical Information

Text: Charles Wesley, 1739
Tune: LYNGHAM CM, by Thomas Jarman (1821)

Saviour of the Nations, Come

See Original German Version: Nun komm der Heiden Heiland

Saviour of the nations, come,
Virgin's Son, make here Thy home!
Marvel now, O heaven and earth,
That the Lord chose such a birth.

Not by human flesh and blood,
By the Spirit of our God,
Was the Word of God made flesh--
Woman's Offspring, pure and fresh.

Wondrous birth! O wondrous Child
Of the Virgin undefiled!
Though by all the world disowned,
Still to be in heaven enthroned.

From the Father forth He came
And returneth to the same,
Captive leading death and hell--
High the song of triumph swell!

Thou, the Father's only Son,
Hast o'er sin the victory won.
Boundless shall Thy kingdom be;
When shall we its glories see?

Brightly doth Thy manger shine,
Glorious is its light divine.
Let not sin o'er cloud this light;
Ever be our faith thus bright.

Praise to God the Father sing,
Praise to God the Son, our King,
Praise to God the Spirit be
Ever and eternally.

See Original German Version: Nun komm der Heiden Heiland

Text: Paraphrase of St Ambrose, Veni Redemptor Gentium, English translation in the Lutheran Hymnal, 1941
Tune: NUN KOMM DER HEIDEN HEILAND 77.77, Geystliche gesangk Buchleyn, Wittenberg (1524)

Awake! Awake, And Greet The New Morn (Marty Haugen)

Awake! awake, and greet the new morn,
for angels herald its dawning.
Sing out your joy, for soon he is born,
behold! the Child of our longing.
Come as a baby weak and poor,
to bring all hearts together,
he opens wide the heav’nly door
and lives now inside us for ever.

To us, to all in sorrow and fear,
Emmanuel comes asinging,
his humble song is quiet and near,
yet fills the earth with its ringing;
music to heal the broken soul
and hymns of loving kindness,
the thunder of his anthems role
to shatter all hatred and blindness.

In darkest night his coming shall be,
when all the world is despairing,
as morning light so quiet and free,
so warm and gentle and caring.
Then shall the mute break forth in song,
the lame shall leap in wonder,
the weak be raised above the strong,
and weapons be broken asunder.

Rejoice, rejoice, take heart in the night,
though dark the winter and cheerless,
the rising sun shall crown you with light,
be strong and loving and fearless.
Love be our song and love our prayer
and love our endless story,
may God fill ev’ry day we share
and bring us at last into glory.

Composer: Marty Haugen (1983)

See my other blog postings in the Contemporary Catholic series.

No, I haven't seen your lipstick!

My daughter sent me this in email. She and I are both lovers of Shih Poo’s and this is the cutest picture of one I’ve seen in a long time! Hope it makes you laugh and say, “Awwwww!”



NO, I haven’t seen your lipstick!


Why would you even ask me that?


I’m insulted!


Every time something goes missing around here, everybody looks at me!


For your information, I don’t even wear that shade.


It doesn’t flatter my complextion and it tastes terrible!

Night of Silence

Cold are the people, Winter of life,
We tremble in shadows this cold endless night,
Frozen in the snow lie roses sleeping,
Flowers that will echo the sunrise,
Fire of hope is our only warmth,
Weary, its flame will be dying soon.

Voice in the distance, call in the night,
On wind you enfold us you speak of the light,
Gentle on the ear you whisper softly,
Rumors of a dawn so embracing,
Breathless love awaits darkened souls,
Soon will we know of the morning.

Spirit among us, Shine like the star,
Your light that guides shepherds and kings from afar,
Shimmer in the sky so empty, lonely,
Rising in the warmth of your Son's love,
Star unknowing of night and day,
Spirit we wait for your loving Son.

Composer: Daniel Kantor (1984)

Wir glauben all' an einen Gott (Martin Luther) / Creed

Wir glauben all' an einen Gott

Wir glauben all' an einen Gott,
Schöpfer Himmels und der Erden,
Der sich zum Vater geben hat,
Daß wir seine Kinder werden.
Er will uns allzeit ernähren,
Leib und Seel' auch wohl bewahren,
Allem Unfall will er wehren,
Kein Leid soll uns widerfahren;
Er sorget für uns, hüt't und wacht,
Es steht alles in seiner Macht.

Wir glauben auch an Jesum Christ,
Seinen Sohn und unsern Herren,
Der ewig bei dem Vater ist,
Gleicher Gott von Macht und Ehren;
Von Maria, der Jungfrauen,
Ist ein wahrer Mensch geboren
Durch den Heil'gen Geist im Glauben,
Für uns, die wir war'n verloren,
Am Kreuz gestorben und vom Tod
Wieder auferstanden durch Gott.

Wir glauben an den Heil'gen Geist,
Gott mit Vater un dem Sohne,
Der aller Blöden Tröster heisst
Und mit Gaben zieret schöne,
Die ganz' Christenheit auf Erden
Hält in einem Sinn gar eben;
Hier all' Sünd' vergeben werden,
Das Fleisch soll auch wieder leben.
Nach diesem Elend ist bereit
Uns ein Leben in Ewigkeit. Amen.

Text: Martin Luther, 1525

Wir pflügen, und wir streuen

See also the English translation: We Plough The Fields And Scatter

Wir pflügen, und wir streuen den Samen auf das Land,
doch Wachstum und Gedeihen steht in des Himmels Hand:
der tut mit leisem Wehen sich mild und heimlich auf
und träuft, wenn heim wir gehen, Wuchs und Gedeihen drauf

Refrain:

Alle gute Gabe kommt her von Gott dem Herrn,
drum dankt ihm dankt, drum dankt ihm dankt
und hofft auf ihn.

Er sendet Tau und Regen und Sonn und Mondenschein
und wickelt seinen Segen gar zart und künstlich ein
und bringt ihn dann behende in unser Feld und Brot
es geht durch unsre Hände, kommt aber her von Gott. (Refrain)

Was nah ist und was ferne, von Gott kommt alles her,
der Strohhalm und die Sterne, das Sandkorn und das Meer.
Von ihm sind Büsch und Blätter und Korn und Obst von ihm
das schöne Frühlingswetter und Schnee und Ungestüm. (Refrain)

Er läßt die Sonn aufgehen, er stellt des Mondes Lauf;
er läßt die Winde wehen und tut die Wolken auf.
Er schenkt uns soviel Freude, er macht uns frisch und rot;
er gibt den Kühen Weide und seinen Kindern Brot. (Refrain)

Historical Information (in German)

Text: Matthias Claudius (1782)
Tune: WIR PLÜGEN, Irr.

We Plough The Fields And Scatter

See also the German original: Wir pflügen, und wir streuen

We plough the fields, and scatter
the good seed on the land,
but it is fed and watered
by God's almighty hand;
he sends the snow in winter,
the warmth to swell the grain,
the breezes and the sunshine,
and soft refreshing rain.

Refrain:

All good gifts around us
are sent from heaven above,
then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord
for all his love.

He only is the Maker
of all things near and far;
he paints the wayside flower,
he lights the evening star;
the winds and waves obey him,
by him the birds are fed;
much more to us, his children,
he gives our daily bread. (Refrain)

We thank thee, then, O Father,
for all things bright and good,
the seed time and the harvest,
our life, our health, and food;
no gifts have we to offer,
for all thy love imparts,
and, what thou most desirest,
our humble, thankful hearts. (Refrain)

See also the German original: Wir pflügen, und wir streuen

Historical Information (in German)

Text: Wir pflügen und wir streuen, by Matthias Claudius (1782), tr. Jane Montgomery Campbell (1861)
Tune: WIR PLÜGEN, Irr.