Monday, December 16, 2019

Infinite Mercy



Infinite Mercy from God above;
Unbounded favor poured out in Love.
God now incarnate with us to dwell:
Heavenly blessing—Immanuel!

    Sing out His Greatness: God become man!
    Tell of His Mercies: Salvation's Plan!
    Jesus was born to rescue the lost.
    Christmas but points the way to the Cross.

Born as a baby, yet born to die,
Jesus came down from Heaven on high.
The Cross before Him, vict'ry to win;
He rose triumphant o'er death and sin!

    Refrain
   
Wrapped in soft swaddling pointing the way
To when this Savior in the Grave lay.
Death cannot hold Him, this King of Life;
Jesus was born to conquer all strife!

    Refrain

He desired one thing: to do God's will.
He gave His body, yet He lives still.
Now is ascended, the Great I Am,
Jesus our Savior, God's spotless Lamb.

    Refrain

- D. Benning

Хлеб Насущный — Give Us Bread

 
Audio from White Angel — Белый Ангел


Хлеб насущный дай нам на сей день,
Khleb nasushchnyy day nam na sey den',
Bread vital give  [to] us this day,

Слышен вопль городов, деревень.
Slyshen vopl' gorodov, dereven'.
Audible cry [of] cities, villages.

И Господь всемогущей рукой
I Gospod' vsemogushchey rukoy
And Lord with almighty hand

Землю делает щедрой такой.
Zemlyu delayet shchedroy takoy.
[The] Earth makes bountiful such as {like that}.

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На земле каждый час каждый миг,
Na zemle kazhdyy chas kazhdyy mig,
On earth every hour, every moment,

Светит солнце для добрых и злых,
Svetit solntse dlya dobrykh i zlykh,
Shines [the] sun for [the] good and [the] evil,

И нисходят дожди в облаках,
I niskhodyat dozhdi v oblakakh,
And descends rain from [the] clouds,

Бог ко всем одинаково благ.
Bog ko vsem odinakovo blag.
God [is] toward all equally good.

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С неба пало Святое Зерно,
S neba palo Svyatoye Zerno,
From [the] heavens fell Holy Grain /Seed,

На земле умирало Оно,
Na zemle umiralo Ono,
On earth was dying It,

Проросло многоцветьем ростков,
Proroslo mnogotsvet'yem rostkov,
Sprouted many-colored sprouts

Принесло миллионы плодов.
Prineslo milliony plodov.
Brought millions [of] fruits (offspring).

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Это подвиг Страдальца Христа,
Eto podvig Stradal'tsa Khrista,
This accomplishment [of the] Sufferer Christ,

Хлебом жизни для многих Он стал,
Khlebom zhizni dlya mnogikh On stal,
[The] Bread [of] life] for many He became,

И тот день, когда смерть его чтут,
I tot den', kogda smert' yego chtut,
And the day, when death [of] his [is] honored,

“Преломлением хлеба”  зовут.
“Prelomleniyem khleba”  zovut.
“Breaking Bread” is called.

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Благодарными стоит нам быть,
Blagodarnymi stoit nam byt',
Thankful situated us should be

Иисуса взаимно любить.
Iisusa vzaimno lyubit'.
Jesus mutually to love.

Лучше нет на земле никого,
Luchshe net na zemle nikogo,
Better not on earth no one

Иисуса Христа моего.
Iisusa Khrista moyego.
[Than] Jesus Christ mine.

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На земле каждый час каждый миг,
Na zemle kazhdyy chas kazhdyy mig,
On earth every hour, every moment,

Светит солнце для добрых и злых,
Svetit solntse dlya dobrykh i zlykh,
Shines [the] sun for good and evil,

И нисходят дожди в облаках,
I niskhodyat dozhdi v oblakakh,
And descends rain from [the] clouds,

Бог ко всем одинаково благ.
Bog ko vsem odinakovo blag.
God toward all equally good.




 
 
 
 ----- Better English -----


Necessary bread give us this day,
The audible cry of the cities and villages.
And the Lord with almighty hand
Makes the earth bountiful.

On earth every hour, every moment,
The sun shines for the good and the evil,
And rain descends from the clouds—
God is is equally good toward all.

From the Heavens fell Holy Seed
On earth It died;
It sprouted many-colored shoots,
Brought millions of offspring.

This is the accomplishment of the Suffering Christ,
He became the Bread of Life for many;
And the Day, when His Death is honored,
Is called "Breaking Bread."

We should be grateful
And should love Jesus in return.
There is no one better on earth
Than my Jesus Christ.

On earth every hour, every moment,
The sun shines for the good and the evil,
And rain descends from the clouds—
God is is equally good toward all.

 

Saturday, December 14, 2019

Silent Night

Oberndorf, Austria


Consider the story of the man who wrote this beloved Christmas Hymn, Joseph Mohr.  He was illegitimate and an outcast, but taken in by monk to learn music.  He was a ready student and learned music very well.  He eventually became a priest.  He wrote this poem when he was 23.  Within a couple of years he had met Franz Gruber, an organist, who set the poem to music.  It had its debut on Christmas Eve in 1818.

But consider the tender wonder expressed in these simple lines.  A holy reverence and  awe that can be glossed over in the familiar English translation.  I appreciate our Associate Pastor pointing these things out and then providing a more literal translation from the German.  From that (along with other language tools), I formed a new English translation.  I hope that it enables you to see the wonder of that moment where the Infinite became finite, the Transcendent became bound within the span of man.  What wonder, what condescension, what humility!  For us and for our salvation!



German—
Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Alles schläft; einsam wacht
Nur das traute hochheilige Paar.
Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Hirten erst kundgemacht
Durch der Engel Halleluja,
Tönt es laut von fern und nah:
Christ, der Retter ist da!
Christ, der Retter ist da!

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht
Lieb' aus deinem göttlichen Mund,
Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund'.
Christ, in deiner Geburt!
Christ, in deiner Geburt!

English—
 
Silent Night, Holy Night,
All asleep; yet awake
Holy couple, betrothed holy pair;
Babe in arms covered with her long hair,
Sleep in heavenly peace!
Sleep in heavenly peace!

Silent Night, Holy Night,
Shepherds heard first announced
By the angel a great Hallelu
Sounded loud near and far as they flew:
Christ, the Savior is here!
Christ, the Savior is here!

Silent Night, Holy Night,
Son of God, oh what joy!
Love that flows from Your dear divine face
Strikes redemption for us in Your Grace—
Jesus Christ, in Your birth!
Jesus Christ, in Your birth!





Artist's conception of Bethlehem on the first Christmas

Friday, December 13, 2019

My Home in Heaven — Мой Дом На Небе

I am noticing that this Russian hymn is being covered by a number of artists and groups.  I have translated this hymn so that English speakers can sing it and enter into worship with our Slavic brothers and sisters — those who have gone before us and those who still remain here awaiting that Heavenly Home!

I will list some of them here with link so that you can explore the variety of interpretations of this song of hope and waiting.  I will also present my English version of the lyrics.

Special thanks to TG for finding which churches these were.

A note about this song and who composed it.
«Песня написанная в 1937 году на ссылке в узах неизвестным автопом.»
"A song written in 1937 in prison in bonds (ie, in the Gulag) by unknown author."


Consider that!  This Christian brother, in the midst of severe troubles, looked to Heaven and the joy that awaited him there.  John Trapp (English Bible commentator from the 17th Century) wrote: “He that rides to be crowned, will not think much of a rainy day.”





My home in Heaven beyond the clouds here,
Is where new life starts—eternal days;
There friends and fam'ly will gather with us
To sing the Father our songs of praise.

As in a storm then a sailor seeks rest
A quiet place then his boat to dock;
So my heart longs for the dwelling of light
Where rest awaits us 'neath this strong Rock.

       O home of Heaven, O how I long for,
       So that etern'lly I'll live within;
       And there will be God whom I will praise then
       And in His light serve Christ without sin.

  
Eternal homeland, O pleasant country!
There will my spirit see my Dear Friend,
Who on Golgotha for our sins suffered
And reconciled us—world without end!

The sor'ws of bitter tears we pour not now,
For evermore then the glory sing!
Illness and parting and tears forgotten—
All swept away on that Heav'nly wing!

———The Russian Lyrics———



Мой дом на небе, за облаками,
Где жизни новой уж нет конца,
Друзья, родные где будут с нами
Петь песни славы там у Отца.

Как в бурю с моря моряк стремится
Причалить в гавань, чтоб отдохнуть,
Так рвусь я сердцем в жилище света,
Где отдых ждет всех, свершивших путь.

     О дом небесный, где быть желаю,
     Туда стремлюсь я, чтоб вечно жить;
     Там буду Бога я вечно славить
     И в свете чудном Христу служить.


Отрадно будет в том вечном доме,
Увижу Друга души моей,
Кто на Голгофе за грех наш умер
И примирил нас с Отцом людей.

В печалях горьких слез лить не будем,
Навеки славу мы будем петь;
Разлуки, скорь  би, болезнь забудем,
Не будем больше нужды терпеть.
 

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Here on Earth Life is Short





Наша жизнь коротка

Here on earth life is short,
as a bird flies away;
racing on, rushing past,
ebbing out, ending day.

As a shadow our life
here on earth to us giv'n;
after dusk in the dark
shadows gone, from us driv'n.

Like a flow'r of the grass,
in the morn brightly blooms;
swelt'ring heat of the day
withered then ere night's gloom.

Life is like sounding noise,
sounding out from a block,
sudden fright is our life,
then is gone—see the shock!

Careless soul on life's course,
Don't you think of these things:
Soon you'll die then face God,
brief your time — now threats bring.

Now's the time, time to care,
search for Christ, O my friend!
You will find joy in Him,
His salvation He_will send.


The music as Simon and friends sing it with the English translation.


 Another version, as if a Russian congregation sang it.





Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Наша жизнь коротка — Our Life is Short





Наша жизнь коротка,
Nasha zhizn' korotka,
Our life [is] short
Словно птицы полёт,
Slovno ptitsy polyot,
As if birds flying,
И быстрей челнока
I bystrey chelnoka
And quicker [than a] shuttle
Улетает вперед.
Uletayet vpered.
Flies ahead.


Наша жизнь, словно тень,
Nasha zhizn', slovno ten',
Our life, as if [a] shadow,
На земле нам дана.
Na zemle nam dana.
On earth [to] us [is] given.
И как солнце зайдёт -
I kak solntse zaydyot -
And like sun will set —
Исчезает она.
Ischezayet ona.
Vanishes she (ie, life).


Как цветок полевой:
Kak tsvetok polevoy:
Like flower field  (ie, like field flower)
По утру расцветал,
Po utru rastsvetal,
Upon morning blossomed,
А уж к вечеру в зной
A uzh k vecheru v znoy
And already in evening in heat
Пожелтел и завял.
Pozheltel i zavyal.
Yellowed and withered.


This verse, found in Russian Hymnals, not sung by Simon
Жизнь ведь только как звук,
Zhizn' ved' tol'ko kak zvuk,
Life after all only like [a] sound,
удар молотка,
udar molotka,
[a] blow [of a] hammer,
как нежданный испуг —
kak nezhdannyy ispug
like [an] unexpected fright 
так она коротка.
tak ona korotka.
So she (ie, life) [is] short.



И не думаешь ты
I ne dumayesh' ty
And not think you
Ни о чём, человек:
Ni o chyom, chelovek:
Not about anything, man:
Что ты скоро умрёшь
Chto ty skoro umryosh'
That you soon will die
И короток твой век.
I korotok tvoy vek.
And brief your time.


Позаботься же ты
Pozabot'sya zhe ty
You [singular] take care of {imperative}
(note the word order—“you” is at the end;  “zhe” emphasizes with urgency)
И Христа поищи,
I Khrista poishchi,
And Christ [you, singular] search  (implying for some time) {imperative}
В Нём отраду найдёшь
V Nyom otradu naydyosh'
In Him joy will find
И спасенье души.
I spasen’ye dushi.
And salvation [of the] soul.




Песни Христиан, Том 1 (Песнь Возрождения)
Christian Songs, Vol. 1 (Song of the Renaissance)
https://mscmusic.org/works/PV-711