lyrics by Henry J. van Dyke, 1907
tune by Ludwig van Beethoven
arr. by Edward Hodges, 1824
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,
God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flow’rs before Thee,
Op’ning to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;
Drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness,
Fill us with the light of day! Continue reading
Fret not thyself because of evildoers,
neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity.
For they shall soon be cut down like the grass,
and wither as the green herb.
Trust in the LORD, and do good;
so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Delight thyself also in the LORD,
and He shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
Commit thy way unto the LORD,
trust also in Him,
and He shall bring it to pass.
And He shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light,
and thy judgment as the noonday.
Rest in the LORD,
and wait patiently for Him…
Cease from anger, and forsake wrath:
fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.
For evildoers shall be cut off,
but those that wait upon the LORD,
they shall inherit the earth.
For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be:
yea, thou shalt diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.
But the meek shall inherit the earth,
and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.
The LORD knows the days of the upright,
and their inheritance shall be forever.
They shall not be ashamed in the evil time,
and in the days of famine they shall be satisfied.
Selected verses from Psalm 37
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This has long been a favorite passage of mine. In fact, I would venture to say that verses 1-8 of Psalm 37 are my life’s verses, and I claimed them when I was but a young girl. Take a look at the commands given to us here: Continue reading
The story of how Rebekah came to be Isaac’s wife is truly remarkable, especially to me, since I do not come from a culture where arranged marriages are common. Isaac’s father, Abraham, had come to dwell in a land far away from his people, in a land where he was a stranger. Isaac was of an age to be married, and Abraham wanted to choose a wife from among his own people for his son. So he sent his oldest and most trusted servant back to his hometown in the land of Mesopotamia to find a bride for Isaac. The servant was given strict instructions to bring her to him, for Isaac must not return to the fatherland. God had called them to a new place, and they would stay where God had led them. The servant swore to Abraham to obey all that he had commanded, and he took ten camels laden with provisions and gifts and went on his way to seek a bride for Isaac. Continue reading
I asked You to save me just six months ago.
My life was a shambles—I’d nowhere to go.
You then took me under Your sheltering wing
And gave to my poor heart a new song to sing.
I have put my trust in God; I look up and rejoice.
To tell of all His praise, I gladly lift my voice.
For He is my Defense, my Comforter, my Guide,
My Shelter from the enemy; in Him I shall abide.
Quatrain based on Psalm 5
© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2017
From Bethlehem to Moab
Everything we know from the Bible about Naomi is recorded in the book of Ruth.
Now it came to pass in the days when the judges ruled, that there was a famine in the land. And a certain man of Bethlehem-judah went to sojourn in the country of Moab, he, and his wife, and his two sons. And the name of the man was Elimelech, and the name of his wife Naomi, and the name of his two sons Mahlon and Chilion, Ephrathites of Bethlehem-judah. And they came into the country of Moab, and continued there. And Elimelech Naomi’s husband died; and she was left, and her two sons. And they took them wives of the women of Moab; the name of the one was Orpah, and the name of the other Ruth: and they dwelled there about ten years. And Mahlon and Chilion died also both of them; and the woman was left without her two sons and her husband. —Ruth 1:1-5
Here we are introduced to Naomi and her family, and also the setting in which they lived.
Upon my dresser sits a bowl
With slips of paper filled.
They bear a message to my soul,
By pen and ink there quilled.
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.