Even the sunglasses can’t hide their crazy red eyes…


A Great Hymn

Man of Sorrows! What a Name (Hallelujah! What a Savior!)
Words & Music: Philip P. Bliss

Man of Sorrows! what a name
For the Son of God who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He;
Full atonement can it be?
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Lifted up was He to die;
“It is finished!” was His cry;
Now in heaven exalted high.
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew His song we’ll sing:
Hallelujah! What a Savior!

Philip Bliss, 1838-1876, was an American hymnwriter and evangelist who traveled with Moody and Sankey. I don’t know all of the doctrines of his faith, but this hymn has encouraged me often.

For more on Philip Bliss, click here for biographical sketches and an article from 1876 when he and his wife perished in an horrific train crash.

The Condescension of the King…

That our King should let us come to Him is condescension indeed. But have we praised him for His still more wonderful condescension: ‘Thy King cometh unto thee’? ‘Unto thee,‘ rebel, traitor, faithless subject, coward and cold-hearted follower; for where is the life that has not fallen under these charges, when seen in the double light of the King’s perfect law and the King’s great love? Yes, he cometh unto thee, and it is enough to break our hearts when we get one contrasted glimpse of this undeserved grace and unparalleled condescension.

His great promise has had its first fulfilment ‘unto thee.’ It is a finished fact of sevenfold grace. Thy King has come, and His own voice has given the objects of his coming, – ‘to do Thy will, O God; ‘to fulfil’ the law; ‘to call sinners to repentance;’ to seek and to save that which was lost;’ ‘ that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly;’ ‘a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness.’ What He came to do He has done, for ‘He faileth not.’ On this we may and ought to rest quietly and undoubtingly, for ‘the Lord hath done it.’

But you want a further fulfilment, – you want a present coming of your King. You have His most sweet word, ‘I will come to you;’ and you respond, ‘Oh, when wilt Thou come unto me?’ Are you ready to receive the King’s own answer now? Do you so desire His coming, that you do not want it postponed at all? Can you defer all other comers, and say in reality, ‘Let my Beloved come’?

He has but one answer to that appeal. Hush! listen! believe! for the King speaks to you: “I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse.’ He is come. Do not miss the unspeakable blessing and joy of meeting Him and resting in His presence, by hurrying away to anything else, by listening to any outward call. Stay now, lay the little book aside, kneel down at your King’s feet, doubt not His word, which is ‘more sure’ than even the ‘excellent glory’ that apostles beheld, and thank Him for coming to you. Commune with Him now of all that is in your heart, and ‘rejoice greatly, for ‘behold, thy King cometh unto thee.’

from “My King and His Service”
by Frances Ridley Havergal 1836-1879

Morning Coffee…

“I wait for the LORD,
my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;

my soul waits for the LORD
more than the watchmen for the morning,
more than the watchmen
for the morning.”

Psalm 130:5-6