Round the Sphere Again

Treasuries
A list of free PDF books by D.A. Carson. (Miscellanies)

A collection of resources related to the life and writings of John Calvin. Because, you know, he has a big birthday coming up and some of us are already celebrating. (Monergism.com)

Documentary
A short movie from Sacred Sandwich Theatre: The History of the Natural Man.

Puppetry?
What does it mean that humankind has free will? R.C. Sproul answers this question in The Meaning of Man’s Will: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3.

Would libertarian free will make God into a marionette? (Triablogue)

Hymnody
Catching up on Sherry’s list of top 100 hymns. (Semicolon)

• Saviour Like a Shepherd Lead Us (89)
• All Things Bright and Beautiful (88)
• Lift High the Cross (87)
• Fairest Lord Jesus (86)
• I Surrender All (85)
• All the Way My Savior Leads Me (84)
• O Worship the King (83)
• God of Grace and God of Glory (82)
• The Lord’s My Shepherd (81)

Backstory
Have you seen the YouTube hit with the elderly couple married for 62 years playing the piano in the atrium of the Mayo Clinic? In the video below, Marlow and Frances Cowan tell us a little bit about themselves and why they were there at the Mayo Clinic playing that piano.



Explanatory
I planted catnip in the herb garden and it gives Leroy much joy. (If only I could keep him from rolling all over the other herbs.) How does catnip work? A cat vet gives us the scoop. (Scientific American)

Sunday's Hymn

George Herbert at Bremerton from the painting by W. Dyce
(click on photo for larger view)

Following hymns written by William Cowper and John Donne, I’m posting another one written by a poet.

The God of Love My Shepherd Is

The God of love my Shepherd is,
And He that doth me feed;
While He is mine and I am His,
What can I want or need?

He leads me to the tender grass,
Where I both feed and rest;
Then to the streams that gently pass:
In both I have the best.

Or if I stray, He doth convert,
And bring my mind in frame,
And all this not for my desert,
But for His holy Name.

Yea, in death’s shady black abode
Well may I walk, not fear;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
To guard, Thy staff to bear.

Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love
Shall measure all my days;
And as it never shall remove
So neither shall my praise.

—George Herbert (1593-1633)

Other George Herbert poetry posted here:

• The Agonie
• The Storm
• The Holdfast
• Sin’s Round
• Sweet

Other hymns, worship songs, sermons etc. posted today:

• Lord’s Day 25, 2009 at The Thirsty Theologian
• Rise Up, O Men of God at The Happy Wonderer
• Around the Throne of God in Heaven at Hiraeth
• O God, the Rock of Ages atFieldstone Cottage
• The Great Discovery from The Valley of Vision at The Upward Call.
• Jesus Loves Me at Tapestry of Graces
• Update: Your Weekly Dose of Spurgeon at Pyromaniacs: The Folly of Toning Down Hard Truths
• Update: Comfort, Comfort Ye My Children at JoythruChrist

Have you posted a hymn today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list.

Saturday's Old Photo

This is a picture of my Grandma Vogt taken in the summer of 1979. You saw a photo of her when she was much younger in the old photo posted two weeks ago.

The occasion is an anniversary celebration for her son (my uncle) Elton and his wife Marty. Those are their gifts in the background. This light peach dress (or maybe you’d call it flesh colored) was the dress she also wore to my sister’s wedding a couple of months earlier.

By now my grandma had been a widow for 3 years. She’d lost her first husband when she was in her twenties, so this would be her second time as a widow. She would pass away less than two years after this photo was taken.

Can you tell she was a quiet and kind woman?