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There Is a Time

Ziphen Central – Seeking Wisdom and Sublimity

The Darlings, known in real life as the Dillards, wrote this song that they played on the Andy Griffith show. I never did watch that show very much, but when I heard this song played by Nash Street when they did a concert at our university, I was captivated. The lyrics were interesting, and the tune delightfully minor and like a folk song. Upon researching it, I discovered its origins and found this video.

I recently ordered a CD of the Dillards on SwapaCD, so I am looking forward to getting it. I know this song is on there, and I trust that the rest of the music will be just as good.

Hymn of the Week – 'Tis Midnight, and on Olive's Brow

Ziphen Central – Seeking Wisdom and Sublimity

Words by William Tappan (1822)
Music by William Bradbury (1853)
Amazon.com MP3 – Dallas Christian Adult Concert Choir

‘Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
‘Tis midnight; in the garden now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone.

‘Tis midnight, and from all removed,
Immanuel wrestles, lone, with fears;
E’en the disciple that he loved,
Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.

‘Tis midnight, and for other’s guilt
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by his God:

‘Tis midnight, from the heavenly plains,
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour’s woe.

This is one of my favorite hymns describing the night before Christ’s crucifixion, partly because of its Mixolydian melody. I like modal hymns such as this one that set the mood well.

Postponing the Rabbits

Ziphen Central – Seeking Wisdom and Sublimity

dsc001101When I set myself to do a certain task—such as, let’s say, clearing off my desk—it usually goes something like this: I turn on some upbeat music, jump right into the job at hand, and attack it with great gusto as I put things in their respective places. But life is never so simple as that, and sure enough I come across something that doesn’t exactly have a place just yet, and I need to make it one. Or maybe I find something on my desk that reminds me of something else I’ve been meaning to do. “Ah! Here’s my bank statement—it’s the twentieth and I haven’t made my budget yet! I should do that right now.” Then one thing leads to another, and after a few hours I find myself with a few minor tasks completed, a desk that still has papers on it, and me thinking “Now where was I…?” Read More

A Word of Cheer

This continues the series of poems and short stories taken from Ailenroc’s Book, by Cornelia Alexander.
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“All here?” the anxious father cries,
And scans each frightened face
Turned, in mute terror, to the flames
That wrapt their dwelling place.
“All here?” he asks. The mother wakes
From her deep swoon to find
Her infant son—O, torturing thought!—
Sleeping, was left behind.

“What, ho!” the chief shouts. “Ladders up!
Though fierce the flames, and wild,
Some gallant soul will brave their wrath
To save that precious child.”
But, lo! he must give back;
A fiery wall of scorching flame
Flashes across the track.
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Foxe's Book of Martyrs

I have recently begun reading this book, mainly because it has been a reverenced work of literature throughout history and also because I want to be well-read. I am unsure of its historical accuracy, and doubtless most of the martyrs whose deaths are described had already departed from certain parts of Biblical truth, but it is an interesting book nevertheless, and already I have found a few passages that I would like to share.

From chapter two, speaking of the catacombs:

When Christian graves have been opened, the skeletons tell their own terrible tale. Heads are found severed from the body, ribs and shoulder blades are broken, bones are often calcined from fire. But despite the awful story of persecution that we may read here, the inscriptions breathe forth peace and joy and triumph. Here are a few: Read More