Hymn 4

Survey this gathered Church of God,

The fruits of His unfailing word,

See Abraham’s bless’d offspring called,

To share in promise and reward.

Yet upright they’d not boast to be,

For each a wretch was early-named,

Those grafted into Christ’s pure tree,

No merit of their own can claim.

Yon treasures of God’s saving grace

Were sought by Christ’s unsullied blood,

Elect from every tongue and race,

No longer slaves to mire and mud.

Though judgment-bound the world remain,

God’s sov’reign justice would not fail,

Since none deserved Christ’s body slain,

God’s sov’reign mercy yet prevails.

Hymn project 3

Survey this gathered church of God,

The fruits of His unfailing word,

See Abraham’s bless’d offspring called,

To share in promise and reward.

These treasures of God’s saving grace,

Were sought by Christ’s unsullied blood,

Elect from every tongue and race,

No longer lost in mire and mud.

Yet upright none would boast to be,

For each a wretch was early named,

Those grafted into Christ’s pure tree,

no merit of their own can claim.

Hymn project 4/25/15

Survey this gathered church of God,

The fruits of His unfailing word,

See Abraham’s bless’d offspring called,

To share in promise and reward.

Yet upright none would boast to be,

For each a wretch was early named,

Those grafted into Christ’s pure tree,

no merit of their own can claim.

Hymn Project 1

Survey the gathered church of God,
The fruits of His unfailing word,
As Abraham’s bless’d offspring called,
To share in promise and reward.

Nietzsche on Music and Learning

“One must learn to love.— This is what happens to us in music: first one has to learn to hear a figure and melody at all, to detect and distinguish it, to isolate it and delimit it as a separate life; then it requires some exertion and good will to tolerate it in spite of its strangeness, to be patient with its appearance and expression, and kindhearted about its oddity:—finally there comes a moment when we are used to it, when we wait for it, when we sense that we should miss it if it were missing: and now it continues to compel and enchant us relentlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers who desire nothing better from the world than it and only it.

But that is what happens to us not only in music: that is how we have learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fairmindedness, and gentleness with what is strange; gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty:—that is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it in this way: for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.” 

Musician's Creed

A little music humor...

http://www.billkeeven.net/Musician's%20Creed.htm

Home Alone

Great pictures of me playing the role of insane babysitter. It was a great weekend, though. As for the photos, no editing, just straight-up, natural craziness.