Monday Minding My Own Business

No dramatics over here today, I promise.

This week is the last week before the Holidays begin. I’m listening to Thanksgiving songs and hymns on Spotify. One of the best parts of the Holidays, to my mind, is the music.

We sang a song from the Christian Hymnal yesterday that has been sung for two hundred years. Apparently not much has changed of the human experience in that time because the lyrics were entirely relevant. We know God hasn’t changed, but that is not my point. So much for thinking that we have worse trials and circumstances in these “modern times”. Here’s the hymn.

1. How gentle God’s commands!

How kind his precepts are!

Come, cast your burdens on the Lord

And trust his constant care.

2. Beneath his watchful eye,

His Saints securely dwell;

That hand which bears all nature up

Shall guard his children well.

3. Why should this anxious load

Press down your weary mind?

Haste to your Heav’nly Father’s throne

And sweet refreshment find.

4. His goodness stands approved,

Unchanged from day to day;

I’ll drop my burden at his feet

And bear a song away.

Text: Philip Doddridge, 1702–1751