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Huaren
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读经可以让内心安静吗

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2022-03-13 13:32:19

我有空喜欢听赞美诗歌, 做家务的时候放上圣诗, 心灵从繁琐的世事上放空,沉浸在美好的音乐里, 家务也可以变得享受。


这首 I Know Who Holds Tomorrow 我知誰掌管明天, 男高音和低音太好听了, 我特别喜欢, 姐妹可以听听看。


I Know Who Holds Tomorrow

I don't know about tomorrow;

I just live from day to day.

I don't borrow from its sunshine

For its skies may turn to grey.

I don't worry o'er the future,

For I know what Jesus said.

And today I'll walk beside Him,

For He knows what lies ahead.

Many things about tomorrow

I don't seem to understand

But I know who holds tomorrow

And I know who holds my hand.

Every step is getting brighter

As the golden stairs I climb;

Every burden's getting lighter,

Every cloud is silver-lined.

There the sun is always shining,

There no tear will dim the eye;

At the ending of the rainbow

Where the mountains touch the sky.

I don't know about tomorrow;

It may bring me poverty.

But the one who feeds the sparrow,

Is the one who stands by me.

And the path that is my portion

May be through the flame or flood;

But His presence goes before me

And I'm covered with His blood.




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Huaren
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2022-03-31 15:47:17

我今天听的是这首 The Love of God, 音乐特别抚慰人。 画面春意盎然。



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作者弗雷德里克·雷曼 (Frederick M. Lehman) 是一个世纪前的一个南加州的商人,他因生意失败而破产变成一无所有,只好从事体力劳动糊口谋生,他在帕萨迪纳给人打工,将橙子和柠檬搬运装入木箱。 在一个礼拜天的敬拜以后他心情不能自已,次日在苦重的劳作中文思继续泉涌,回家他写下这首优美的赞美歌。


我在收音机里听到的时候,特别感动, 因为我们就住在Frederick M. Lehman 住过的地方的附近。一个人经历了这样的生活挫折, 还只有对神的赞美。我要时时提醒自己,要常常喜乐,不住地祷告,凡事谢恩,因为这是神在基督耶稣里向我们所定的旨意。


The Love of God

The love of God is greater far

than tongue or pen can ever tell;

it goes beyond the highest star,

and reaches to the lowest hell;

the guilty pair, bowed down with care,

God gave His Son to win;

His erring child He reconciled,

and pardoned from his sin.

O love of God, how rich and pure!

How measureless and strong!

It shall forevermore endure

the saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,

and were the skies of parchment made,

were every stalk on earth a quill,

and every man a scribe by trade,

to write the love of God above,

Would drain the ocean dry.

Nor could the scroll contain the whole,

though stretched from sky to sky.

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