Songs on a "Sunday" - The Mind of Christ

More and more I realize that the Christian life is really all about what is in this song - having the mind of Christ. And the things mentioned are truly of Christ's mindset.

The Mind of Christ

To receive when others reject,

To treat each one with true respect,
To shield when others throw stones, 

To be with one who's all alone,
To think and choose to see the very best,
To live like this is nothing less than to possess...
The mind of Christ, my highest goal.
The Lord's delight, the desire of my soul.

The Father's heart will always guide my life if I will have in me the mind of Christ.

To build up when others tear down,

To seek the lost until they're found,

To give grace where it's needed most,

Rejecting pride when others boast,

To sacrifice my all without regret,

To live like this is nothing less than to possess...
The mind of Christ, my highest goal.
The Lord's delight, the desire of my soul.

The Father's heart will always guide my life if I will have in me the mind of Christ.

The mind of Christ, my highest goal.
The Lord's delight, the desire of my soul.

The Father's heart will always guide my life if I will have in me the mind of Christ.

Songs on a Sunday - The Love of God

This has long been one of my favorite hymns. While the whole song is special, the third verse is my favorite. It apparently inspired Fred­er­ick Leh­man to write the rest of the song. He says of the third verse, "Since the lines had been found pen­ciled on the wall of a pa­tient’s room in an in­sane asy­lum af­ter he had been car­ried to his grave, the gen­er­al opin­ion was that this in­mate had writ­ten the epic in mo­ments of san­ity." It was discovered to be an adaptation of a portion of the Jewish poem Had­da­mut, writ­ten in Ara­ma­ic in 1050 by Meir Ben Isaac Ne­hor­ai, a can­tor in Worms, Ger­ma­ny.

The adapted portion from Haddamut reads as follows:

Were the sky of parchment made,
A quill each reed, each twig and blade,
Could we with ink the oceans fill,
Were every man a scribe of skill,
The marvelous story
Of God’s great glory
Would still remain untold;
For He, most high
The earth and sky

Created alone of old.

The Love of God

Verse 1

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

Refrain

O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Verse 2

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Refrain

Verse 3

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky. 

 

Refrain