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Hummable Hymns

October 1, 2014 Leave a comment

Have really enjoyed how many hymns (modern or from ages past) we’ve had in the Evening Service at the Local Church. The university students are not complaining – good tunes, good meaty lyrics, what’s not to like? Feeds the earworms too so the truth gets sung to you for a few days after – more bang for your buck!

Generally good stuff to be had from Stuart Townend and Sovereign Grace Music. Some good scores at Songs For Today with good clear-thinking blog posts as a little bonus.


The Lord’s my Shepherd I’ll not want
He makes me lie in pastures green
He leads me by the still still waters
His goodness restores my soul

And I will trust in you alone
And I will trust in you alone
For your endless mercy follows me
Your goodness will lead me home

He guides my ways in righteousness
and he anionts my head with oil
and my cup it overflows with joy
I feast on his pure delight

And I will trust in you alone
And I will trust in you alone
For your endless mercy follows me
Your goodness will lead me home

And though I walk the darkest path,
I will not fear the evil one
For you are with me and your rod and staff
Are the comfort I need to know

And I will trust in you alone
And I will trust in you alone
For your endless mercy follows me
Your goodness will lead me home

Stuart Townend
© 1996 Kingsway’s Thankyou Music

 


The Lord is gracious and compassionate
Slow to anger and rich in love
The Lord is gracious and compassionate
Slow to anger and rich in love

And the Lord is good to all
He has compassion in all that he has made

As far as the east is from the west
Thats how far he has removed our
transgressions from us (repeat)

Praise the Lord, oh my soul
Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord, oh my soul
Praise the Lord

Graham Ord
© 1998 Vineyard Songs (UK/EIRE)


A debtor to mercy alone
,
of covenant-mercy I sing;
nor fear, with your righteousness on,
my person and offering to bring:
the terrors of law and of God
with me can have nothing to do;
my Saviour’s obedience and blood
hide all my transgressions from view.

The work which his goodness began,
the arm of his strength will complete;
his promise is “Yes” and “Amen”,
and never was forfeited yet:
things future, nor things that are now,
nor all things below or above,
can make him his purpose forgo,
or sever my soul from his love.

Eternity will not erase
my name from the palms of his hands;
in marks of indelible grace
impressed on his heart it remains:
yes, I to the end shall endure,
as sure as the promise is given;
more happy, but not more secure
the glorified spirits in heaven.
Augustus Montague Toplady, David. E. Evans (“Trewen” – this is the best approximation I could find of it)

 

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

In every condition, in sickness, in health;
in poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
at home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
as days may demand, shall your strength ever be.

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

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

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I cannot desert to his foes;
that soul, though all hell should endeavour to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.

Richard Keen, Richard Simpkin
© Simpo’s tune – songsfortoday.com
See this rockin’ tune. Or listen to it with electronica craziness at emumusic.

Singing Along with Lou Fellingham (and The Phatfish) for Easter

March 22, 2013 Leave a comment


Who Could Understand (Christ Crucified) (Nathan & Lou Fellingham)
WHO COULD UNDERSTAND the depth of Your plan, to bring sinners home?
Will we ever know the size of the cost? The shame of the cross?
So foolish to human wisdom but to Your children it’s life and power

We preach Christ crucified, it’s the only way for souls to be saved who have gone astray
We preach Christ raised to life and now He reigns
Interceding for us till He comes again.

Self sufficient ways run through our veins, fighting Your grace
But Your grace invades, stronger than flesh, demanding a change
So foolish to human wisdom but to Your children it’s life and power

It has the power to break in
And wash away every sin
The only hope for our generation
One day He will come again
And life will truly begin
Restored to how we were meant to be


See The Lamb of God
Down into darkness His body had been laid
Lifeless and broken a sacrifice was made
What can be done now our hope is in the grave
Who will save us now?

He who had come, as the truth, the life, the way
Nailed to a cross, God forsaken and betrayed,
But His blood spilled for all to redeem the world He made
Jesus saves us now

See the Lamb of God
Risen from the dead
Seated on the throne
His reign will never end
Hail him king of love
Jesus Christ the Lord
The champion of hearts
Who lives forevermore
Where everything cries Holy, Holy, Holy is our God

God shook the earth as His power was displayed
Death put to death as Jesus Christ was raised
God is alive and His Spirit lives in us
Hallelujah


You Alone Can Rescue (Matt Redman, chord sheet)

Who, oh Lord, could save themselves,
Their own soul could heal?
Our shame was deeper than the sea
Your grace is deeper still

Who, oh Lord, could save themselves,
Their own soul could heal?
Our shame was deeper than the sea
Your grace is deeper still

You alone can rescue, You alone can save
You alone can lift us from the grave
You came down to find us, led us out of death
To You alone belongs the highest praise

You, oh Lord, have made a way
The great divide You heal
For when our hearts were far away
Your love went further still
Yes, your love goes further still

We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life
We lift up our eyes, lift up our eyes
You’re the Giver of Life

You alone can rescue, You alone can save
You alone can lift us from the grave
You came down to find us, led us out of death
To You alone belongs the highest praise
To You alone belongs the highest praise
To You alone belongs the highest praise


And Can It Be (Words: Charles Wesley)
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.


Before The Throne Of God Above
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea
A great High Priest whose name is love
Who ever lives and pleads for me
My name is graven on His hands
My name is written on His heart
I know that while in heav’n He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free
For God the Just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me

Behold Him there, the risen Lamb
My perfect, spotless Righteousness
The great unchangeable I AM
The King of glory and of grace
One with Himself, I cannot die
My soul is purchased by His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God

Original words by Charitie Lees Bancroft (1841-1892), alternate words and music by Vikki Cook
©1997 Sovereign Grace Worship (ASCAP)


Awake, Awake O Zion
Awake, awake O Zion
And clothe yourself with strength
Shake off your dust
And fix your eyes on Him
For you have been redeemed by
The precious blood of Jesus
And now you sit enthroned with Him

Our God reigns
He is King of all the earth
Our God reigns
And He’s seated on the throne
Lift your voice
And sing a song of praise
Our God reigns
The Awesome God Most High

How beautiful the feet are
Of those who bring good news
For they proclaim the peace
That comes from God
Rise up you holy nation
Proclaim the great salvation
And say to Zion “Your God reigns”

Emmanuel, Emmanuel
Our God is with us now

The watchmen lift their voices
And raise a shout of joy
For He will come again
Then all eyes will see the
Salvation of our God
For He has redeemed Jerusalem


There Is A Day (Phatfish)
That all creation’s waiting for,
A day of freedom and liberation for the earth.
And on that day
The Lord will come to meet His bride,
And when we see Him
In an instant we’ll be changed

The trumpet sounds
And the dead will then be raised
By His power,
Never to perish again.
Once only flesh,
Now clothed with immortality,
Death has now been
Swallowed up in victory

We will meet Him in the air
And then we will be like Him
For we will see Him, as He is
Oh yeah!
Then all hurt and pain will cease
And we’lll be with Him forever
And in His glory we will live
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

So lift your eyes
To the things as yet unseen,
That will remain now
For all eternity.
Though trouble’s hard,
It’s only momentary
And it’s acheiving
Our future glory.

Arise My Love

April 2, 2012 Leave a comment

Beers + Ukelele + Andriod Equivalent of iPadCathartic singing over Leffe and Hogaarden beers last Saturday. At some point in the night, someone requested the song he sang to his wife at his wedding. I didn’t recognise it, having been in the wedding photog zone at the relevant time. A good opportunity to be introduced to it. To someone usually leery of lomantic lyrics, this was incredibly beautiful – probably because Michael Card’s lyrics were based on verses from the Song of Songs, itself an intriguingly lovely book of the Bible – intriguing not least because Solomon himself had many wives, and lovely because God describes himself in the Old Testament as a husband to Israel his wife, and in the New Testament (eg. Ephesians 5) Paul tells us that Jesus, being God, has this same intimate relationship with his church.


Arise, My Love
by Michael Card

Arise, my love, my lovely one come,
The winter is past and the rains are gone.
The flowers appear, it’s the season of song,
My beautiful one, arise and come with me.

Who is it that appears like the dawn?
As fair as the moon, as bright as the sun?
Show me your face, let me hear your voice.
My beautiful one, arise and come with me.

Set me like a seal on your heart,
For love is unyielding as the grave.
The flash of it is a jealous fire,
No flood can quench,
For love is as strong as death.

Arise my love and come with me
Before the dawn breaks and the shadows flee.
You ravished my heart with just one glance
My beautiful one, arise and come with me.

Set me like a seal on your heart,
For love is unyielding as the grave.
The flash of it is a jealous fire,
No flood can quench,
For love is as strong as death.

Do not arouse or awaken love
Until it so desires.

Arise, my love, my lovely one come,
The winter is past and the rains are gone.
The flowers appear, it’s season of song,
My beautiful one, arise and come with me.
I am my love’s, my beloved is mine.
Arise and come with me.

There is a Day. And Youth Camp.

December 16, 2011 1 comment

Grilled scallops - hotate with Japanese mayo, miso and pankoDecompressing from youth camp with buckwheat soba and scallops (laced with miso, Japanese mayonnaise and panko and grilled in shell); and

Mincepieswarm mincepies and a pot of hot Scottish breakfast tea; and

There Is A Day by Phatfish on repeat (despite the strangeness of shared chords with The Verve’s The Drugs Don’t Work)(French version by Nathan Fellingham).

Youth camp sign-up form

Glad that the campers had fun (though they said, less than other camps – my bad for pitching to too low a common denominator). You can tell from their sign-up forms that they were a demanding bunch. 😉

Bags for youth camp entertainment Cowboy hats and toy guns for youth camp
PC128227 The Amazing Mariachi Band
PC128395 Gunfight

Chose a wild west theme so there was a mayor and sheriff all dressed up like cowboys to welcome campers to Deadwood Town on the first day. Breakfast announcements were sometimes given by an amazing Mariachi Band (with guitar, trumpet, castanets, Mexican accents, and a peeling moustache), sometimes by a galloping sheriff brandishing his guns. The final night’s award ceremony was presented by a cow.

Blowing Away Poisonous Tumbleweed Sign in the leaves
Disused Quarry, Pulau Ubin Wanted Sign for a "Cute Boy" in Deadwood Town

The storyline that ran right through camp (parallel to the main talks) was that a bunch of Lazy Ranch-hands were set up on a bountiful estate. They had gotten it into their heads that the ranch belonged to them and so injured/killed the ranch-owner’s servant when she came to collect the money due to the ranch-owner. When the ranch-owner’s son came, they and the rest of the town killed him too. The law soon caught up with them and the Lazy Ranch-hands and townspeople tried all means of escape.

Lynch-mob card game for youth campSo we started with games like blowing away poisonous tumbleweed (so. much. spit.), dodging poisonous tumbleweed, a whole-camp card game (with a lynch-mob, crazy miner, not-so-innocent townspeople trying to kill the ranch-owner’s son, and a vigilante and a pair of town doctors trying to save him). Then when caught, the not-so-innocent townspeople had to attempt to run away by entertaining the sheriff, stealing keys from under a blindfolded guard, following the Lazy Ranch-hand’s trial (wide game on Pulau Ubin that began with failed attempts to shoot an apple off a bottle), attempting to escape from Deadwood Gaol (with blind guards with water pistols and barking guard-dogs). They got into town only to have to fight for survival by concealing their weapon within their facial hair. Quite a laugh.

Chicken dinner at camp Creamy chicken dinner at camp
Pork stew, peas and pasta at camp Babi assam and fried rice at camp
Bolognaise at camp Chilli hotdog at camp

Behind the scenes though, there were the immense stresses of camp – of a bunch of sinful people trying to work together (alpha females looking to be top dogs, adult attention-seekers throwing tantrums like children and refusing to do their tasks, slack buck-passing males, ill-disciplined children disrupting meetings, fragile friendships etc), lacking sleep and proper meals (though not the campers, thankfully, though they were sad that the quality of food had suffered since the usual cook was looking after her newborn), hampered by our own sinfulness and by the sweet whispers of a certain prowling lion (1 Peter 5:8). Being all too aware of my many failings, the FOCUS talks on 2 Thessalonians were a source of both warning and refreshment: not to be deceived into sin by the man of lawlessness (2 Thessalonians 3:1-12) and to stand firm because we have been chosen, called, loved, and saved (2 Thessalonians 3:13-17).

Also grateful that the Irish and English boys got my back, rebuked when necessary, and taught me many things. Really brilliant having them around. Truly God does not allow us to be tempted beyond what we can bear and provides a way out so that we can endure it (1 Corinthians 10:13). Unfortunately, need to rectify failure to thank them and God properly!

The trustworthy hope is that there will be a day when we can finally rest from all our struggles against sin, and from the hurt and pain we cause others and they cause us, and finally stop doing what we don’t want to do (ie. rebelling against God whom we claim to love and should love).

There Is A Day
There is a day
That all creation’s waiting for,
A day of freedom and liberation for the earth.
And on that day
The Lord will come to meet His bride,
And when we see Him
In an instant we’ll be changed.

The trumpet sounds
And the dead will then be raised
By His power,
Never to perish again.
Once only flesh,
Now clothed with immortality,
Death has now been
Swallowed up in victory

We will meet Him in the air
And then we will be like Him
For we will see Him, as He is
Oh yeah!
Then all hurt and pain will cease
And we’ll be with Him forever
And in His glory we will live
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

So lift your eyes
To the things as yet unseen,
That will remain now
For all eternity.
Though trouble’s hard,
It’s only momentary
And it’s achieving
Our future glory.

This Passing World

November 16, 2011 1 comment

Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar, Greenwood Avenue Lukewarm water, Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar, Greenwood Avenue
Not complimentary appetizers, Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar, Greenwood Avenue Sashimi, Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar, Greenwood Avenue
Salmon skin rolls, Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar, Greenwood Avenue Garlic fried rice, Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar, Greenwood Avenue
Grilled fugu fish, Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar, Greenwood Avenue Beef fillet cubes, Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar, Greenwood Avenue

After an indifferent Japanese dinner at Raku Japanese Restaurant & Bar,

Othello's Cafe Bar, Greenwood Avenue Othello's Cafe Bar, Greenwood Avenue
Othello's Cafe Bar, Greenwood Avenue Floor tiles, Othello's Cafe Bar, Greenwood Avenue
Saint Clair Sauvignon Blanc, Othello's Cafe Bar, Greenwood Avenue Chocolate fondant, Othello's Cafe Bar, Greenwood Avenue

we shared a glass of Saint Clair Sauvignon Blanc from Marlborough (S$10) and a rather cakey chocolate pudding in the empty Othello’s Cafe Bar (facebook) on Greenwood Avenue. Almost translucent against white, the SB was clean, with crisp acidity well-balanced with refreshing sweetness – probably good for a weekend picnic in the Singapore heat but a stark contrast to the sombre subject of our discussion.

So it seems our friends are of the age when they start to write/re-write their wills, putting some of us down as the executors of their estate, with married ones appointing others of us as legal or spiritual guardians to their children.

Wasn’t it only yesterday that we were drinking and dancing and fagging in some beach hut in Bintan, and in the early hours, attempting to stumble back to our bungalow, but not quite making it, content to lie on the sand under the stars, laughing and philosophising into the sea-breeze?

Sometimes it seems that if we could just get our fingernails in a crack in the veneer of weighty respectability and responsibility and tear that thickened skin off, we would find those healthy carefree friends again inside.

Wishful conjecture of course, and in any case, in light of ultimate reality, undesirable.

When This Passing World is Done (Robert Murray McCheyne)
When this passing world is done,
When has sunk yon radiant sun,
When I stand with Christ on high,
Looking o’er life’s history,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

When I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

Chosen not for good in me,
Wakened up from wrath to flee,
Hidden in the Saviour’s side,
By the Spirit sanctified,
Teach me, Lord, on earth to show
By my love how much I owe.

Oft I walk beneath a cloud,
Dark as midnight’s gloomy shroud;
But, when fear is at its height,
Jesus comes, and all is light;
Blessed Jesus, bid me show
Doubting saints how much I owe.

When the praise of heav’n I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters’ noise,
Sweet as harp’s melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

He Who Made The Grapes

November 11, 2011 1 comment

An intense fortnight of vino fun:

Seafood International, Playground @ Big Splash. "If It Swims We Have It" Raw seafood + hot pot. Seafood International, Playground @ Big Splash.
Tofu. Seafood International, Playground @ Big Splash. Chicken in claypot. Seafood International, Playground @ Big Splash.
Dessert. Seafood International, Playground @ Big Splash.

Over a seafood dinner at The Seafood International, Playground @ Big Splash,

Oliver's Taranga Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon 2009, McLaren Vale Oliver's Taranga Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon 2009, McLaren Vale
Napa Cellars Mount Veeder Napa Valley Chardonnay 2009 Napa Cellars Mount Veeder Napa Valley Chardonnay 2009
Robert Mondavi Winery Napa Valley Chardonnay Reserve 2006

Oliver’s Taranga Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon 2009 McLaren Vale, Napa Cellars Mount Veeder Napa Valley Chardonnay 2009, Robert Mondavi Winery Napa Valley Chardonnay Reserve 2006, there was talk about the making of wine menus and about wines from Spain and Italy.

Spittoons
Lustau Dry Amontillado Los Arcos Sherry Lustau Manzanilla Pasada de Sanlucar Sherry
Deliciosa Manzanilla Sherry Lustau Don Nuno Dry Oloroso Sherry
Lustau San Emilio Pedro Ximenez Sherry Harvey's Pedro Ximinez Sherry

Then there was some very informative sherry tasting – a Lustau fino, a Lustau amontillado (which really tasted of the sea), two manzinillas (Lustau Pasada de Sanlucar and Deliciosa Sanlucar de Barrameda), a Lustau dry oloroso, and then two PXs (Lustau San Emilio Pedro Ximenez Sherry and a Harvey). This first encounter with sherry left the strong impression that they had quite a bit of rice aroma (in the sense of the smell of rice being cooked) about them.

Lala. Ban Leong Wah Hoe Seafood, Casuarina Road, Upper Thomson, SIngapore Pork. Ban Leong Wah Hoe Seafood, Casuarina Road, Upper Thomson, SIngapore
Fried chicken wings. Ban Leong Wah Hoe Seafood, Casuarina Road, Upper Thomson, SIngapore Fish. Ban Leong Wah Hoe Seafood, Casuarina Road, Upper Thomson, SIngapore
Chicken liver. Ban Leong Wah Hoe Seafood, Casuarina Road, Upper Thomson, SIngapore Drunken prawns. Ban Leong Wah Hoe Seafood, Casuarina Road, Upper Thomson, SIngapore
Tofu with crab meat. Ban Leong Wah Hoe Seafood, Casuarina Road, Upper Thomson, SIngapore

The unfinished bottles were brought along to Ban Leong Wah Hoe Seafood and introduced to good cze char, two rounds of Heinekens, a Gewurztraminer VT (Baron de Hoen Gewurztraminer Vendages Tardives (ie. late harvest) 2007 from Alsace), a Muscadet (Chateau du Cleray Muscadet Sevre Et Maine Sur Lie 2007) and a wine from Cote Chalonnaise which we had just been discussing over dinner (Domaine Faiveley Monopole La Framboisiere from Mercurey). The amontillado did indeed go very well with the fish. Exciting discussions lasted till 1.30am as would be natural at a meeting of people enthusiastic or even obsessed about wine – a true fellowship of believers, unlike the sort of “fellowships” some Christians claim they have when they come together yet talk about anything but Christ.

Lustau Sherries and their friends - a Gewurztraminer VT 2007 and a Chateau du Cléray Muscadet 2007 Domaine Faiveley Monopole La Framboisiere Mercurey

Burgundy and Bordeaux Wines, Loewen Farmers' Market, Dempsey

A gawk, after breakfast, at a wine stall at Loewen Farmers’ Market at Dempsey,

Scarpantoni Brothers' Block Cabernet Sauvignon 2008, McLaren Vale Montevina Winery Amador County Zinfandel
Terra d' Toro Amador County Sangiovese 2007

then a full day tour, accompanied by red wine lubricants (Scarpantoni Brothers’ Block Cabernet Sauvignon 2008 from McLaren Vale, and Montevina Winery Zinfandel and Terra d’ Oro Sangiovese 2007 from Amador County ), of the better-known wine growing regions, their geography and grape varietals, and wine appellations, wine styles and wine laws.

Trinchero Napa Valley Cold Heinekens with Lunch at a Hawker Centre

After the wine exam, the wine teacher opened a very nice bottle of Trichero Mario’s Vineyard Cab Sav 2008 from Napa Valley, some of us wound down with cold Heinekens over lunch,

Languedoc-Rousillon Wine-tasting Languedoc-Rousillon Wine-tasting
Languedoc-Rousillon Wine-tasting Languedoc-Rousillon Wine-tasting

then we popped by a Languedoc-Rousillon wine-tasting, met and chatted with a few people from the trade and tasted the Southern French wines before heading for a stress-relieving massage.

Am still continually amazed by the beautiful complexity of the vinifera, so much more complex and more beautiful than real experts and obsessive connoisseurs can ever hope to fathom or enjoy completely, and my thoughts could not but turn to the one who made not just grapes for wine (and we’re not even talking about the labrusca species), but who made all things:

Behold Our God
Verse 1
Who has held the oceans in His hands?
Who has numbered every grain of sand?
Kings and nations tremble at His voice
All creation rises to rejoice

Chorus
Behold our God seated on His throne
Come, let us adore Him
Behold our King—nothing can compare
Come, let us adore Him

Verse 2
Who has given counsel to the Lord?
Who can question any of His words?
Who can teach the One who knows all things?
Who can fathom all His wondrous deeds?

Verse 3
Who has felt the nails upon His hands?
Bearing all the guilt of sinful man
God eternal, humbled to the grave
Jesus, Savior, risen now to reign

Tag
You will reign forever
Let Your glory fill the earth

from Risen
Jonathan Baird, Meghan Baird, Ryan Baird, and Stephen Altrogge
© 2011 Sovereign Grace Worship (ASCAP)/Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI)

Behold This Child of Righteousness

September 9, 2011 Leave a comment

The Cheating Sons, Plaza at 8Q, Singapore Art Museum
Happened upon Singapore Art Museum‘s Originals Only Open Mike session at the plaza at 8Q. Good vocals from Mike, Mark and Andrea and also an interesting first song from the nervous Hady. Stayed to watch featured band, The Cheating Sons, because a friend had previously mentioned that half the band were her ex-colleagues from WongPartnership (turns out these were Donovan – wielder of the banjo, mandolin, slide guitar, and Renyi the lead singer and player of the guitar, ukelele and harmonica).

Somewhat reminiscent of Daniel Sassoon’s (Livonia, Electrico, currently In Each Hand A Cutlass) journey. Must be really exciting!

On the way home on the Circle Line, between Bras Basah and Paya Lebar MRT stations, there were some rumblings and, uncontained, this burst forth, Athena-ish, fully-formed, complete with melody. Not a songwriter and this isn’t great, but hey, I’m thankful for whatever’s handed to me.

(Note to self: recording is the one at 11.25pm on 9 September 2011)

Behold this child of righteousness
Wrought not of its own goodness yet
A grace is given, a breast is proferred
No price is paid yet pardon offered

The hungry child born blind and deaf
Knows not of its impending death
Refusing grace, refusing life
Content to live in its own lies

Who can open that narrow mind?
Who can enflesh that stony heart?
Not our own work nor mind nor strength
But God’s alone, His Spirit’s tent

So here I stand in grace alone
Force-fed with love, eternal life
Inheriting the promises
I as an alien don’t deserve

O Lord please grant that I may ever
Love as you have shown before
Forgiven dearly, so forgive
And cling to You till The End comes.

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