Sunday, January 22, 2023
499. Proper 29 (Series C)
Jesus, alas! What evil days are nigh!
Such was the green wood; how much more the dry!
When You were seen, men spurned You to Your face;
Piercing the hand that holds the door of grace.
Still more they kick as mule against the goad,
Breaking Your yoke, they slip Your doctrine's load.
Topple the mountains; let the oceans churn;
Darken the skies, that men may fear and turn.
Come, while yet faith endures upon the earth;
Come! All creation cries in throes of birth.
Your kingdom come, if be Your will, O Christ,
That we may swiftly enter Paradise!
NOTE: There is still much work to be done on the book-in-progress, Bountiful Hymns, whose bounty will mostly pertain to this series of liturgical hymns. I have a Scripture index in progress, keyed to all three books of my original hymns; I have at least one more hymn in mind to add to the current collection; and of course, some proofing and publishing work to do. And I already have another project or two waiting in the wings. But neither of them is as intensive as this has been; and boy, do I look forward to going back to reading books and doing other normal "me-time" things!