Watts, presentiments, eponyms

Alice K. Turner · 25 Feb 2002, 01:03 · from urth-v0202.mbox · original

This is the message as the crawl holds it, before anything here touched it. What the conversation shows has been through ingest: transfer encodings decoded, attachments dropped, quote markers repaired, and the archiver’s ? resolved into quotation marks and dashes. Those repairs are judgements and some of them are wrong, which is what this page is for. Email addresses are obscured here as they are everywhere else on the site, so it is before our repairs rather than byte for byte.

From: "Alice K. Turner" <aturner3 at nyc.rr.com>
Subject: Re: (urth) Watts, presentiments, eponyms
Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2002 20:03:09 -0500
Message-ID: <urth-v0202-222 at digest.urth.net>
X-Urthmirror-Source: http://www.urth.net/urth/archives/v0202/222.txt.shtml
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf-8"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable

I'm not quite sure what the context is for reprinting this. It's a famous
old Anglican hymn. I'm a heathen now, but I was brought up as an
Episcopalian/Anglican and I will staunchly say that our music is the
best--aside from a few early items by designer names (Bach, Handel etc.) and
some fabulous gospel, mostly Baptist, I suppose, we win hands down for
music. This one is sort of a drone, but an effective drone. Wolfe is RC;
this doesn't count for him,.

Alice

> Isaac Watts Psalm 90
> Part 1.
> Man frail, and God eternal.
>
>    1  Our God, our help in ages past,
>          Our hope for years to come,
>       Our shelter from the stormy blast,
>          And our eternal home.
>
>    2  Under the shadow of thy throne
>          Thy saints have dwelt secure;
>       Sufficient is thine arm alone,
>          And our defense is sure.
>
>    3  Before the hills in order stood,
>          Or earth received her frame,
>       From everlasting thou art God,
>          To endless years the same.
>
>    4  Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
>          "Return, ye sons of men:"
>       All nations rose from earth at first,
>          And turn to earth again.
>
>    5  A thousand ages in thy sight
>          Are like an ev'ning gone;
>       Short as the watch that ends the night
>          Before the rising sun.
>
>    6  [The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
>          With all their lives and cares,
>       Are carried downwards by the flood,
>          And lost in following years.
>
>    7  Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
>          Bears all its sons away;
>       They fly, forgotten, as a dream
>          Dies at the op'ning day.
>
>    8  Like flowery fields the nations stand
>          Pleased with the morning light;
>       The flowers beneath the mower's hand
>          Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.]
>
>    9  Our God, our help in ages past,
>          Our hope for years to come,
>       Be thou our guard while troubles last,
>          And our eternal home.

--=20

An unofficial mirror of a public mailing list · about & removal requests · download the archive · before the list · original archive at urth.net