Saturday, November 7, 2020

Hymn Text for Sunday 8 November 2020

How Great Thou Art

A Christian hymn based on a Swedish traditional melody and a poem written by 

Carl Boberg (1859–1940) in Sweden, in1885.  


O Lord, my God      

When I in awesome wonder

Consider all

The worlds Thy hands 

     have made

I see the stars

I hear the rolling thunder

Thy power throughout

The universe displayed

Then sings my soul

My saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art

How great Thou art

When through the woods

And forest glades I wander

And hear the birds sing 

     sweetly in the trees

When I look down

From lofty mountain grandeur

And see the brook

And feel the gentle breeze

Then sings my soul

My saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art

How great Thou art

Then sings my soul

My saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art

How great Thou art

It is well

With my soul 

It is well

It is well with my soul

When Christ shall come

With shout of acclamation

And take me home

What joy shall fill my heart 

Then I shall bow

In humble adoration

And then proclaim

My God, how great Thou art!

Then sings my soul

My saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art

How great Thou art

Then sings my soul

My saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art

How great Thou art

How great Thou art

How great Thou art



Reflection        O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder

consider all the worlds your hands have made.

In spite of being stunned by all the stars

astounded by the rolling thunder

confounded by your power

throughout the universe displayed

I wrestle with you. 


I grapple, grunt and battle over everything from my preference to indulge my introvert self, guilt for being a single mom and not remarrying, worry about our church surviving this Covid crisis, fear about the future of our country, mourning for the misery of many I see and cannot mend.  And at the end of every dark night of battle, I rise again in the company of angels at the place of awesome wonder, awakened in this world of sunrises and thunder, morning doves and all the multiverse displayed, and my soul sings

How awesome is this place. How awesome this moment. 

(Genesis 28.14)


“And it is well with my soul, it is well,” until I turn on the radio and hear voices bound to send me to dust off my red cap or put on my blue shirt, add my tongue to the trouble and my temper to the tumult that is taring our country apart. And the dark night of wrestling begins again. “Oh God, are you not paying attention? Do you not see what we are doing to ourselves and to each other? Make the bad guys stop. Let the good guys prevail.”


Last week we remembered to wear our white robes as sure and certain signs of who and whose we are, people blessed and meant to be a blessing. This week we must strip down further and return to our bare naked selves; innocent, vulnerable and free as the day that we were born, free to be born again 

as through the woods and forest glades we wander 

And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees…

And our souls sing,  How awesome is this place! How awesome this moment.


If we are truly followers of Jesus, we rise again every single morning, savor the beauty and grandeur of the world, handle the twists and tangles of creation, and choose over and over and over again to align our lives in God’s desire for our holiness.


Which means, if our candidate for president loses, we choose a holy way to grieve, respond and move on. If our candidate wins, we choose a holy way to celebrate, respond and move on. In either case, we honor our feelings, wake up in the morning in the company of angels and we all bow down in humble adoration

And then proclaim

My God, how great Thou art!


After a long, dark night of grappling, grunting and battling over everything from proper protocol in the face of Covid-19, the role of media information and disinformation, what is truth? who gets to decide? to -  who will be the next president of the United States, we, the people of God, rise again together at the place of awesome wonder, waking up in this world of sunrises and thunder, morning doves and all the multiverse displayed, Then our souls shall sing together

My saviour God, to Thee

How great Thou art

How great Thou art.

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