No Tramp of Soldiers' Marching Feet

Timothy Dudley-Smith's masterful Palm Sunday text set to the tune KINGSFOLD.  A blessed Palm Sunday to you!

1.  No tramp of soldiers' marching feet
     With banners and with drums,
     No sound of music's martial beat:
     "The King of glory comes!"
     To greet what pomp of kingly pride
     No bells in triumph ring,
     No city gates swing open wide:
     "Behold, behold your King!"

2.  And yet He comes. The children cheer;
     With palms His path is strown.
     With ev'ry step the cross draws near:
     The King of glory's throne.
     Astride a colt He passes by
     As loud hosannas ring,
     Or else the very stones would cry
     "Behold, behold your King!"

3.  What fading flow'rs His road adorn;
     The palms, how soon laid down!
     No bloom or leaf but only thorn
     The King of glory's crown.
     The soldiers mock, the rabble cries,
     The streets with tumult ring,
     As Pilate to the mob replies,
     "Behold, behold your King!"

4.  Now He who bore for mortals' sake
     The cross and all its pains
     And chose a servant's form to take,
     The King of glory reigns.
     Hosannas to the Savior's name
     Till heaven's rafters ring,
     And all the ransomed host proclaim
     "Behold, behold your King!" 

Cling Tightly to the Word of God

Written in 2005 for my niece Alicia's confirmation. To the tender tune O COME by Amanda Husberg.

Cling tightly to the Word of God
And Christ's disciple be;
For then, beloved, you will know
The truth that sets you free,
The truth that sets you free.

Recall in faith the precious gift
Of your baptismal day,
When you were joined to Jesus' death
That washed your sins away,
That washed your sins away.

For just as God raised up His Son
From death by His great might,
So too, in Christ, we now may live
As children of the light,
As children of the light.

Be strong! Stand firm! Come, walk the path
That saints before You trod,
With ready feet to bring good news
Of Christ--the Peace of God,
Of Christ--the Peace of God.

Know that His body and His blood
Will feed your hungry soul
Like manna in life's wilderness,
Until you reach your goal,
Until you reach your goal.

Now fix your eyes on Jesus Christ;
"Come, follow Me," says He;
"Deny yourself, take up your cross--
Come, lose your life for Me,
Come, lose your life for Me."

The Day of Christ's Return

A versification of 2 Peter 3: 3,4,8-13, written in 1998 to the tune CHEOPS by Carl Schalk.
The gray and chilly days of late November are fitting for the end of the Church Year with its brisk announcement of the Second Coming of our Lord.  The heralding voice of the Word of God trumpets the truth that the Last Day is indeed coming.  Like a biting blast of arctic air, Scripture cuts like a knife with a sober view of reality at odds with a world that scorns Jesus Christ.  Jesus is Lord, and while this was the first confession in the early church, it remains the Church's confession to this day and all that such a profession of faith means in our post-modern, post-Christian world.  Maranatha! Lord Jesus, come!

1.  The day of Christ's return is still denied
     By skeptics, who in unbelief deride:
        "Where is this coming of your Lord?"
     Their darkened minds are blinded by their pride.

2.  Yes, in the human heart rebellion grows,
     Forgetting what the Scripture clearly shows:
         A thousand years within God's sight
     Are like a day that quickly comes and goes.

3.  The gracious reason why our Lord delays
     Reflects His patience born of endless days:
         For God would have the world repent
     And turn from futile, selfish, empty ways.

4.  For soon the heav'ns will vanish with a roar;
     The earth laid bare by fire will be no more!
         What kind of people ought we be
     As we await the One whom we adore?

5.  LIve godly lives of holiness and peace;
     By word and deed the love of Christ increase;
         Look forward to and speed that day
     When all will be made new and never cease.

At Sinai, Moses Tended Sheep

Written to the glory of God for the 2012 Michigan District Lutheran Women's Missionary League convention under the convention theme: "Now Go..." based on Exodus 4:12.  The tune is EIN FESTE BURG (Isorhythmic).

1. At Sinai, Moses tended sheep,
God's sacred mountain looming;
He saw a bush whose fiery flames
Were not its leaves consuming!
God warned, "Do not come near!
Remove your sandals here!
On holy ground you stand!
Heed now what I command:
Bring Israel out of Egypt." 

2. For God had heard His people's cry
And seen their great affliction;
Yet Moses doubted he could lead
God's people from conscription.
"What shall I say, " said he,
"If questioned who sent me?"
"I AM," replied the LORD!
"This answer you afford:
'I AM has sent me to you.'"

3. "They will not listen," Moses feared,
"To all that I will tell them."
So God gave Moses wondrous signs,
To strengthen and compel him.
Still Moses cried with dread,
"My speech is poor," he said.
God quickly would remind:
"Man's mouth have I designed--
Now go, I will be with you!"

4.  "My Lord, oh, please send someone else!"
God heard the plea there spoken--
A greater Moses He would send
So that sin's bonds be broken:
Christ Jesus, God's own Son,
Our freedom fully won!
His work to us commends,
To ev'ry nation sends:
"Now go and make disciples..."

5.  The Church in ev'ry age takes up
The task that Jesus gave her:
To baptize in God's triune name
And teach of Christ, the Savior.
Christ says to us today:
"Now go without delay!
On Me cast ev'ry fear;
Recall my promise clear--
'I will be with you always!'"

The Branch That Bends With Clustered Fruit

This text by Thomas Troeger (b. 1945) is based on John 15:1-8, the (Easter 5) Gospel lesson in the 3-year lectionary.   Thank God that in Holy Baptism we were engrafted into the living Vine, Jesus Christ!  God the Father is the vinedresser.  Pruning is never pleasant to undergo, but so necessary if we are to be bountiful branches in our Lord's vineyard.


1.  The branch that bends with clustered fruit
     Still needs the pruner's blade
     To keep it close to vine and root
     Or else its strength will fade.


2.  The spindly, twisted, tangled coil
     Of branches overgrown
     Produces nothing from its toil
     But feeds itself alone.


3.  The pruner's hook with gently play
     Where fruitful growth is seen
     But like an axe will slash away
     The empty net of green.


4.  O God, who fills with rain and sun
     The grapes we press for wine,
     Cut off the growth our fears have spun
     And prune us to your vine.