Amtrak 314, eastbound across Missouri.
In Lee’s Summit:
A hymn by Isaac Watts.
1. Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2. Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God,
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3. The God of heaven is ours,
Our Father and our love ;
His care shall guard life’s fleeting hours,
Then waft our souls above.
4. There shall we see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
5. Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state.
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
6. Children of grace have found
Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
7. The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
8. Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re trav’lling through Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
I’m doing some reading on how to photograph the eclipse that takes place one month from now.
This particular article is a quick read, and an evocative description of the totality of an eclipse. And it brought tears to my eyes.
Do yourself a favor and take a few minutes to read it?
This came across my Facebook feed yesterday. It’s worth sharing.
And while you are here, please consider viewing the Trapp Family biography show?