Showing posts with label Geneva Bible. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Geneva Bible. Show all posts
01 February 2009
2 Timothy 2:11-13
It is a true saying, "For if we be dead together with Him; we also shall live together with him. If we suffer, we shall also reign together with Him; if we deny Him, He also will deny us. If we believe not, yet abideth He faithful: He cannot deny Himself."
11 September 2008
Do Not Forget
7 years ago, in a loss of civilian life numerically greater than the military losses at Pearl Harbor, America was assaulted in the name of radical Islam. In hatred of the freedom we have, in hatred of our Christianity (and our secularism), Islamic terrorists murdered nearly 3,000 men and women in New York City and Washington, D. C.
I still remember my grandmother calling my mom in the middle of the school day and telling her to turn on the TV; my mom and I together watched the second plane fly into the World Trade Center. And we watched them collapse in flame and flying debris.
The result was a deep-rooted anger which, God, in His merciful grace, has since rooted out of my heart--a story in itself--and replaced with a more deeply seated desire to protect my family and friends and country from another such occurrence.
On campus today, the security officers lowered the flag to half-staff, and we had a time of silence. Silence in remembrance of those who died in a raging inferno without the opportunity for peace. Silence for those who have died without murmur, without complaint, in the mountains of Afghanistan and on the streets of Iraq, to preserve peace and freedom for their own. And, for me, and a number of others here, a silent resolve to carry on that work, that our loved ones may live and die in peace.
Do not forget the hands that died reaching for life, nor those hands that fell while giving life...do not abandon them to the silence of the grave. We cannot give life to the honored dead, but we can ensure they did not die in vain, by our remembrance, and a commitment to live worthily of their sacrifice. May those who have gone before us rest in peace.
PSALM 94
1 O Lord God the avenger, O God the avenger,
show thyself clearly.
2 Exalt thyself, O Judge of the world, and render
a reward to the proud.
3 Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall
the wicked triumph?
4 They prate and speak fiercely: all the workers
of iniquity vaunt themselves.
5 They smite down thy people, O Lord, and
trouble thine heritage.
6 They slay the widow and the stranger, and
murder the fatherless.
7 Yet they say, The Lord shall not see: neither
will the God of Jacob regard it.
8 Understand, ye unwise among the people: and
ye fools, when will ye be wise?
9 He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? or
he that formed the eye, shall he not see?
10 Or he that chastiseth the nations, shall he
not correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, shall
he not know?
11 The Lord knoweth the thoughts of man, that
they are vanity.
12 Blessed is the man whom thou chastisest, O
Lord, and teachest him in thy Law,
13 That thou mayest give him rest from the days
of evil, while the pit is dug for the wicked.
14 Surely the Lord will not fail his people, neither
will he forsake his inheritance.
15 For judgment shall return to justice, and all
the upright in heart shall follow after it.
16 Who will rise up with me against the wicked?
or who will take my part against the workers of
iniquity?
17 If the Lord had not helped me, my soul had
almost dwelt in silence.
18 When I said, My foot slideth, thy mercy, O
Lord, stayed me.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts in mine heart,
thy comforts have rejoiced my soul.
20 Hath the throne of iniquity fellowship with
thee, which forgeth wrong for a Law?
21 They gather them together against the soul of
the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.
22 But the Lord is my refuge, and my God is the
rock of mine hope.
23 And he will recompense them their wickedness,
and destroy them in their own malice, yea, the Lord
our God shall destroy them.
I still remember my grandmother calling my mom in the middle of the school day and telling her to turn on the TV; my mom and I together watched the second plane fly into the World Trade Center. And we watched them collapse in flame and flying debris.
The result was a deep-rooted anger which, God, in His merciful grace, has since rooted out of my heart--a story in itself--and replaced with a more deeply seated desire to protect my family and friends and country from another such occurrence.
On campus today, the security officers lowered the flag to half-staff, and we had a time of silence. Silence in remembrance of those who died in a raging inferno without the opportunity for peace. Silence for those who have died without murmur, without complaint, in the mountains of Afghanistan and on the streets of Iraq, to preserve peace and freedom for their own. And, for me, and a number of others here, a silent resolve to carry on that work, that our loved ones may live and die in peace.
Do not forget the hands that died reaching for life, nor those hands that fell while giving life...do not abandon them to the silence of the grave. We cannot give life to the honored dead, but we can ensure they did not die in vain, by our remembrance, and a commitment to live worthily of their sacrifice. May those who have gone before us rest in peace.
PSALM 94
1 O Lord God the avenger, O God the avenger,
show thyself clearly.
2 Exalt thyself, O Judge of the world, and render
a reward to the proud.
3 Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall
the wicked triumph?
4 They prate and speak fiercely: all the workers
of iniquity vaunt themselves.
5 They smite down thy people, O Lord, and
trouble thine heritage.
6 They slay the widow and the stranger, and
murder the fatherless.
7 Yet they say, The Lord shall not see: neither
will the God of Jacob regard it.
8 Understand, ye unwise among the people: and
ye fools, when will ye be wise?
9 He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? or
he that formed the eye, shall he not see?
10 Or he that chastiseth the nations, shall he
not correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, shall
he not know?
11 The Lord knoweth the thoughts of man, that
they are vanity.
12 Blessed is the man whom thou chastisest, O
Lord, and teachest him in thy Law,
13 That thou mayest give him rest from the days
of evil, while the pit is dug for the wicked.
14 Surely the Lord will not fail his people, neither
will he forsake his inheritance.
15 For judgment shall return to justice, and all
the upright in heart shall follow after it.
16 Who will rise up with me against the wicked?
or who will take my part against the workers of
iniquity?
17 If the Lord had not helped me, my soul had
almost dwelt in silence.
18 When I said, My foot slideth, thy mercy, O
Lord, stayed me.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts in mine heart,
thy comforts have rejoiced my soul.
20 Hath the throne of iniquity fellowship with
thee, which forgeth wrong for a Law?
21 They gather them together against the soul of
the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.
22 But the Lord is my refuge, and my God is the
rock of mine hope.
23 And he will recompense them their wickedness,
and destroy them in their own malice, yea, the Lord
our God shall destroy them.
17 April 2008
Psalm 90
I recently re-discovered that my Geneva Bible came with a CD-ROM containing the Geneva Bible in PDF format, along with the Apocrypha, AND the Metrical Psalms. The Metered Psalms were quite well done, and here is Psalm 90 (which happens to be my favorite), for those who are interested.
Domine refugium. Ps.90.I.H.
Moses seeing the people neither admonished by the
brevity of their life, nor by plagues to be thankful,
prayeth God to turn their hearts, and continue his mercy
toward them and their posterity forever.
Sing this as the 78 Psalm.
Thou Lord hast been our sure defense,
our place of ease and rest:
In all times past, yea, so long since,
as cannot be expressed.
2 Ere there was made mountain or hill,
the earth and all abroad:
From age to age, and always still,
forever thou art God.
3 Thou grindest man through grief and pain,
to dust, or clay, and then,
And then thou saist again, return
again, ye sons of men,
4 The lasting of a thousand year
What is it in thy sight?
As yesterday it doth appear
or as a watch by night.
5 So soon as thou dost scatter them,
then is their life and tread,
All as a sleep, and like the grass,
whose beauty soon doth fade.
6 Which in the morning shines full bright,
but fadeth by and by:
And is cut down ere it be night,
all withered, dead and dry.
7 For through thine anger we consume
our might is much decayed:
And of thy servant wrath and fume
we are full sore afraid.
8 The wicked works that we have wrought
thou setst before thine eye:
Our privy faults, yea, eke our thoughts
thy countenance doth spy.
9 For through thy wrath our days do waste,
thereof doth naught remain:
Our years consumes as words or blasts,
and are not called again.
10 Our time is threescore years and ten,
that we do live on mold:
If one see fourscore, surely then
we count him wondrous old.
11 Yet of this time the strength and chief
the which we count upon:
Is nothing else but painful grief,
and we like blasts are gone.
12 Who once doth know what strength is there
what might thine anger hath?
Or in his heart who doth thee fear
according to thy wrath?
13 Instruct us Lord to know and try,
how long our days remain:
That then we may our hearts apply
true wisdom to attain.
14 Return O Lord, how long wilt thou
forth on in wrath proceed?
Show favor to thy servants now,
and help them at their need.
15 Refresh us with thy mercy soon,
and then our joy shall be:
All times so long as life shall last
in heart rejoice shall we.
16 As thou hast plagued us before:
now also make us glad:
And for the years wherein full sore
affliction we have had.
17 O let thy work and power appear,
and on thy servant’s light:
And show unto thy children dear,
the glory and thy might.
18 Lord let thy grace and mercy stand
on us thy servant thus:
Confirm the works we take in hand,
Lord prosper them to us.
Domine refugium. Ps.90.I.H.
Moses seeing the people neither admonished by the
brevity of their life, nor by plagues to be thankful,
prayeth God to turn their hearts, and continue his mercy
toward them and their posterity forever.
Sing this as the 78 Psalm.
Thou Lord hast been our sure defense,
our place of ease and rest:
In all times past, yea, so long since,
as cannot be expressed.
2 Ere there was made mountain or hill,
the earth and all abroad:
From age to age, and always still,
forever thou art God.
3 Thou grindest man through grief and pain,
to dust, or clay, and then,
And then thou saist again, return
again, ye sons of men,
4 The lasting of a thousand year
What is it in thy sight?
As yesterday it doth appear
or as a watch by night.
5 So soon as thou dost scatter them,
then is their life and tread,
All as a sleep, and like the grass,
whose beauty soon doth fade.
6 Which in the morning shines full bright,
but fadeth by and by:
And is cut down ere it be night,
all withered, dead and dry.
7 For through thine anger we consume
our might is much decayed:
And of thy servant wrath and fume
we are full sore afraid.
8 The wicked works that we have wrought
thou setst before thine eye:
Our privy faults, yea, eke our thoughts
thy countenance doth spy.
9 For through thy wrath our days do waste,
thereof doth naught remain:
Our years consumes as words or blasts,
and are not called again.
10 Our time is threescore years and ten,
that we do live on mold:
If one see fourscore, surely then
we count him wondrous old.
11 Yet of this time the strength and chief
the which we count upon:
Is nothing else but painful grief,
and we like blasts are gone.
12 Who once doth know what strength is there
what might thine anger hath?
Or in his heart who doth thee fear
according to thy wrath?
13 Instruct us Lord to know and try,
how long our days remain:
That then we may our hearts apply
true wisdom to attain.
14 Return O Lord, how long wilt thou
forth on in wrath proceed?
Show favor to thy servants now,
and help them at their need.
15 Refresh us with thy mercy soon,
and then our joy shall be:
All times so long as life shall last
in heart rejoice shall we.
16 As thou hast plagued us before:
now also make us glad:
And for the years wherein full sore
affliction we have had.
17 O let thy work and power appear,
and on thy servant’s light:
And show unto thy children dear,
the glory and thy might.
18 Lord let thy grace and mercy stand
on us thy servant thus:
Confirm the works we take in hand,
Lord prosper them to us.
17 February 2008
Psalm 90
A Prayer of Moses, the man of God
1Lord, thou hast been our habitation from generation to generation.
2Before the mountains were made, and before thou hadst formed the earth, and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting thou art our God.
3Thou turnest man to destruction; again thou sayest, Return, ye sons of Adam.
4For a thousand years in thy sight are as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
5Thou hast overflowed them; they are as a sleep: in the morning he groweth like grass;
6In the morning it flourisheth and groweth, but in the evening it is cut down and withereth.
7For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
8Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, and our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9For all our days are passed away in thine anger: we have spent our years as a thought.
10The time of our life is threescore years and ten; and if they be of strength, fourscore years: yet their strength is but labour and sorrow; for it is cut off quickly, and we flee away.
11Who knoweth the power of thy wrath? For according to thy fear is thine anger.
12Teach us so to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
13Return (O LORD, how long?) and and be pacified toward thy servants.
14Fill us with thy mercy in the morning; so shall we rejoice and be glad all our days!
15Comfort us according to the days that thou hast afflicted us, and according to the years that we have seen evil.
16Let thy work be seen toward thy servants, and thy glory upon their children.
17And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and direct thou the work of our hands upon us, even direct the work of our hands.
1Lord, thou hast been our habitation from generation to generation.
2Before the mountains were made, and before thou hadst formed the earth, and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting thou art our God.
3Thou turnest man to destruction; again thou sayest, Return, ye sons of Adam.
4For a thousand years in thy sight are as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
5Thou hast overflowed them; they are as a sleep: in the morning he groweth like grass;
6In the morning it flourisheth and groweth, but in the evening it is cut down and withereth.
7For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled.
8Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, and our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9For all our days are passed away in thine anger: we have spent our years as a thought.
10The time of our life is threescore years and ten; and if they be of strength, fourscore years: yet their strength is but labour and sorrow; for it is cut off quickly, and we flee away.
11Who knoweth the power of thy wrath? For according to thy fear is thine anger.
12Teach us so to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
13Return (O LORD, how long?) and and be pacified toward thy servants.
14Fill us with thy mercy in the morning; so shall we rejoice and be glad all our days!
15Comfort us according to the days that thou hast afflicted us, and according to the years that we have seen evil.
16Let thy work be seen toward thy servants, and thy glory upon their children.
17And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and direct thou the work of our hands upon us, even direct the work of our hands.
16 January 2008
First post
Well, friends, after various peregrinations upon the far-ranging expanse of the World Wide Web, I have come to settle upon this particular thread for my personal blog. I deleted the xanga after a consideration of some of the advertisements...blogspot is noticeably free of those. I shall keep the other blogs I started, that those who are interested solely in my literary criticisms, literary endeavors, and venturings into the realm of theology and philosophy may follow my progression there without being distracted by accounts of my personal life, which will tend to be less formal. Comparatively less formal, anyway.
News of the past week or so:
--First day of school classes today! Latin 3, US History 2, Freedom's Foundations (Political Philosophy) 2, Geometry, and Rhetoric. Rah! This should be an interesting semester.
--Working on scholarship applications for the fall, and information on the Simultaneous Membership Program with ROTC and the VA National Guard.
--FINALLY finished The Pickwick Papers yesterday, after starting it over the summer, returning it to the library, and not having time during the fall semester to read the copy I later bought. Grand book, and remarkable debut...I may post on some of my favorite parts later on. :-) Will be starting Martin Chuzzlewit soon, though my goal of reading all of Dicken's novels before I graduate is looking grim. I have 8 to go (I've read 7, I think), and only 2 1/2 years. It's possible, I suppose, but a full Dickens novel every quarter is somewhat daunting.
--STILL slogging away at Calvin's Institutes of the Christian Religion. Also started John Owen's The Death of Death in the Death of Christ, pretty much the definitive work of the Reformed church on particular redemption and why they believe it. I've been dabbling in Spurgeon's "All of Grace," and "John Ploughman's Talk"; both are short books, but they are more tracts than doctrinal treatises, so are having a harder time holding my interest right now.
--Received my Geneva Bible from Vision Forum!!!! I caught it on sale for half-price, with the black leather binding. It is a work of art, and a piece of history. And the leather smells wonderful. :-)
--I picked up two tapes for 75 cents each at the Salvation Army store yesterday, while waiting for my sisters to finish dance lessons. Steve Taylor's I Predict 1990 (yes, it's old), and One Bad Pig's Smash; punk/pop/rock (how DO you categorize Steve Taylor? He even has one song where he sings to an orchestra playing a piece by Rachmaninov...) and metal respectively, with lyrics generally satirizing the vanity of worldly philosophy from a biblical perspective. Not the greatest art of all time, but, hey, it was 75 cents and something for my car's tape player. :-)
--Inspired by a phone call from my old trumpet instructor, a conversation with Tim B., and my little sister's first flute lesson, I have picked my trumpet back up and am playing it again. I was happy to discover that alot of my old range remained, but, naturally, I had none of the endurance necessary. I was able to hit a high C (above the staff) a couple times, but I couldn't hold it for any length of time. That will require practice to get my lip back in shape; in the meantime, I'm mostly playing songs out of my hymnal, just for fun. I have no idea what I'm going to do in the future with my trumpet, but the same goes for my guitars, come to think of it.
In other news, there's another poem on the poetry blog, and I am getting close to completing my mini-epic. It's not long enough to be a true epic, but not short enough for me to just call it a poem (it's about 340 lines right now, with 20-60 left to go)...Anyway, I'll be posting that up by section in the next few days.
Sola Gratia,
Colin
News of the past week or so:
--First day of school classes today! Latin 3, US History 2, Freedom's Foundations (Political Philosophy) 2, Geometry, and Rhetoric. Rah! This should be an interesting semester.
--Working on scholarship applications for the fall, and information on the Simultaneous Membership Program with ROTC and the VA National Guard.
--FINALLY finished The Pickwick Papers yesterday, after starting it over the summer, returning it to the library, and not having time during the fall semester to read the copy I later bought. Grand book, and remarkable debut...I may post on some of my favorite parts later on. :-) Will be starting Martin Chuzzlewit soon, though my goal of reading all of Dicken's novels before I graduate is looking grim. I have 8 to go (I've read 7, I think), and only 2 1/2 years. It's possible, I suppose, but a full Dickens novel every quarter is somewhat daunting.
--STILL slogging away at Calvin's Institutes of the Christian Religion. Also started John Owen's The Death of Death in the Death of Christ, pretty much the definitive work of the Reformed church on particular redemption and why they believe it. I've been dabbling in Spurgeon's "All of Grace," and "John Ploughman's Talk"; both are short books, but they are more tracts than doctrinal treatises, so are having a harder time holding my interest right now.
--Received my Geneva Bible from Vision Forum!!!! I caught it on sale for half-price, with the black leather binding. It is a work of art, and a piece of history. And the leather smells wonderful. :-)
--I picked up two tapes for 75 cents each at the Salvation Army store yesterday, while waiting for my sisters to finish dance lessons. Steve Taylor's I Predict 1990 (yes, it's old), and One Bad Pig's Smash; punk/pop/rock (how DO you categorize Steve Taylor? He even has one song where he sings to an orchestra playing a piece by Rachmaninov...) and metal respectively, with lyrics generally satirizing the vanity of worldly philosophy from a biblical perspective. Not the greatest art of all time, but, hey, it was 75 cents and something for my car's tape player. :-)
--Inspired by a phone call from my old trumpet instructor, a conversation with Tim B., and my little sister's first flute lesson, I have picked my trumpet back up and am playing it again. I was happy to discover that alot of my old range remained, but, naturally, I had none of the endurance necessary. I was able to hit a high C (above the staff) a couple times, but I couldn't hold it for any length of time. That will require practice to get my lip back in shape; in the meantime, I'm mostly playing songs out of my hymnal, just for fun. I have no idea what I'm going to do in the future with my trumpet, but the same goes for my guitars, come to think of it.
In other news, there's another poem on the poetry blog, and I am getting close to completing my mini-epic. It's not long enough to be a true epic, but not short enough for me to just call it a poem (it's about 340 lines right now, with 20-60 left to go)...Anyway, I'll be posting that up by section in the next few days.
Sola Gratia,
Colin
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