Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it

Take a look at the progression of the sky as time passed on this beautiful Palm Sunday last. Cort and the kids and I took an amazing walk after dinner. The sky was a kaleidoscope of color -- it was clear and blue and sunny as we started, and before we were home, it was dusk. We looked up and the full moon had risen. The moon rose so quickly over the mountains, we watched it move as we walked. It felt allegorical as we continue to ponder Passion Week.

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.

Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;

Here I raise my Ebenezer;

Here by Thy great help I’ve come;

And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;

Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.