A Bundle of Myrrh

“Behold, your King is coming to you,
Lowly, and sitting on a donkey,
A colt, the foal of a donkey.’”

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry.
O Savior meek, pursue Thy road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die.
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O’er captive death and conquered sin.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching Sacrifice.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son.

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“Blessed is He who comes in the name of the LORD!’
Hosanna in the highest!”

“This present season, which Thy infinite goodness has again permitted me to reach, reminds me of the bitter suffering to which Thou didst submit willingly in accordance with the counsel of Thy heavenly Father, in order that as the Lamb of God Thou mightest take away the sins of the entire world, and render satisfaction for them.” Johann Friedrich Starck Starck’s Prayer-Book

The Lenten season began Wednesday with Ash Wednesday. I read from Starck’s Prayer-Book, the following exhortation that though written in the 17th-18th centuries is still such an accurate description of many in our day begin this season and a wonderful reminder to the Christian of what the time of Lent is to point us to, Christ’s suffering.

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‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,
Thy glory fills the night;
Thy face and garments, like the sun,
Shine with unborrowed light.

‘Tis good, Lord, to be here,
Thy beauty to behold
Where Moses and Elijah stand,
Thy messengers of old.

Fulfiller of the past,
Promise of things to be,
We hail Thy body glorified
And our redemption see.

Before we taste of death,
We see Thy kingdom come;
We fain would hold the vision bright
And make this hill our home.

‘Tis good, Lord, to be here.
Yet we may not remain;
But since Thou bidst us leave the mount,
Come with us to the plain.

“‘Tis Good, Lord, to Be Here”
by Joseph A. Robinson,