Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
Ooooh...Lookit All Those Verses!
This is what I've got stuck in my head this election day. Only to "Truro," not to "Park Street" as we sang on Sunday.
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Behold the islands with their kings, And Europe her best tribute brings; From north to south the princes meet, To pay their homage at His feet.
There Persia, glorious to behold, There India shines in eastern gold; And barb'rous nations at His word Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.
To Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head; His Name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name.
Blessings abound wherever He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blessed.
Where He displays His healing power, Death and the curse are known no more: In Him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost.
Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud amen!
Great God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to Thy Son, Extend His power, exalt His throne.
The scepter well becomes His hands; All Heav'n submits to His commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more.
With power He vindicates the just, And treads th'oppressor in the dust: His worship and His fear shall last Till hours, and years, and time be past.
As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall He send his influence down: His grace on fainting souls distills, Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills.
The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at His first dawning light; And deserts blossom at the sight.
The saints shall flourish in His days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from His throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown.
I'm praying that this barb'rous nation at His word would submit, and bow, and own her Lord.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 11:55 AM
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On November 5, 2008 3:04 PMmagistramaterwrote... Park Street? Duke Street? Duke Street is the one in our hymnal. But Truro is just about my favorite tune alive.
And, oh my goodness, I never knew about those other verses.
I've been humming this one too. Along with Rejoice, the Lord is King.
Thanks, Valerie.
On November 5, 2008 3:20 PMValerie (Kyriosity)wrote... I grew up with "Duke Street," I think. "Park Street" is in the blue Trinity we use at church. And the Trinity has "Arthur's Seat" for "Rejoice, the Lord Is King," which always rather disappoints me because I'm expecting "Darwall's 148th." And I noted you had "Mortals give thanks and sing" on your blog (also at Cyberhymnal) whereas I grew up with "All men, give thanks and sing," and the Trinity has "Rejoice, give thanks and sing." "Mortals" appears to be Wesley's original wording, though it's my least favorite of the three.
