Now Let the Vault Of Heaven Resound

Now let the vault of Heav’n resound
In praise of love that doth abound,
“Christ hath triumphed, alleluia!”
Sing, choirs of angels, loud and clear,
Repeat their song of glory here,
“Christ hath triumphed, Christ hath triumphed!”
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Eternal is the gift He brings,
Wherefore our heart with rapture sings,
“Christ hath triumphed, Jesus liveth!”
Now doth He come and give us life,
Now doth His presence still all strife
Through His triumph; Jesus reigneth!
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

O fill us, Lord, with dauntless love;
Set heart and will on things above
That we conquer through Thy triumph,
Grant grace sufficient for life’s day
That by our life we ever say,
“Christ hath triumphed, and He liveth!”
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Adoring praises now we bring
And with the heavenly blessèd sing,
“Christ hath triumphed, Alleluia!”
Be to the Father, and our Lord,
To Spirit blest, most holy God,
Thine the glory, never ending!
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

In the past few weeks, this blog has been visited by people in Australia, Belgium, Brazil, Canada, Chile, China, Colombia, Denmark, Dominican Republic, Europe, France, Germany, India, Israel, Latvia, Malaysia, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Philippines, Poland, Portugal, Puerto Rico, Qatar, Romania, The Russian Federation, Singapore, Slovakia, South Africa, Spain, United Kingdom and Vietnam.

A fair number of them were looking at this:


I posted it for Easter last year; I think it's awesome...

On a hill far away...

...stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

(Refrain):
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

(Refrain)

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

(Refrain)

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.

"The Old Rugged Cross" -by George Bennard (1873-1958).

Such a bittersweet song; one of my favorites, although I don't know if it's in the latest revision of the hymnal at my church...I'll have to check, maybe later today if I remember.

I've always had a rough time of it on Good Friday, although of course that is as nothing compared to what Jesus went through on that fateful day. For me, and you...

When you're hot, you're HOT!!!

The Naga Jolokia Pepper

People who know me well are aware of my predilection for spicy food.

Actually, my tolerance for such things is nearly legendary in some circles...if I do say so myself.
(And I just did, huh?)

I was just reading the other day about this Naga Jolokia Pepper, which I was rather amazed to learn is many times hotter than the Habañero Pepper on the Scoville Scale.

In fact, they are the hottest peppers that exist.
(On this planet, anyway)

Now I've just got to acquire some of 'em.

Update!

Look what I found:


They're Scotch Bonnets, not the hottest, but still pretty hot...

I quit!

My blogging here has gone from several times per week to about once a month...it takes that long (sometimes longer) for my personal benchmark of "eleventeen" comments (some of them my responses) to accumulate; occasionally I don't even get that many.

Consequently, I am "pulling the plug" here.

I'll stick to posting comments elsewhere...