O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come…

Here are some wonderful lyrics from Isaac Watts (1674-1748), for days like today: “Before the hills in order stood, or earth received her form, from everlasting Thou art God, to endless years the same. O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, be thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home.” Continue reading O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come…

Blood: In our sanitised and cellophane wrapped society

In our sanitised and cellophane wrapped society, talk of ‘blood’ being necessary for redemption sounds barbaric. However, the great hymn writers of old, like William Cowper, had no problem speaking with such clarity:   There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel’s veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains: Lose all their guilty stains, Lose all their guilty … Continue reading Blood: In our sanitised and cellophane wrapped society