Month: December 2009

Psalms of Davey 2/10 “Royal Priesthood, Holy Nation”

 


The above shows the only recorded actual use of one of my hymns in public worship, and it is this very hymn.  Many thanks to John Sapieha and the congregation of Primeira Igreja Batista em Botafogo (First Baptist Church in Botafogo) at an English language service on 16th Dec 2018.
This is the second of my cycle of ten Hymns, called “The Psalms of Davey”.  They will be reproduced in a special category on this blog one after another. In only one case is the tune my own (that’ll be number ten). In other cases, please follow the links to get to the midi for the tunes, courtesy of http://www.cyberhymnal.org

2. “ROYAL PRIESTHOOD, HOLY NATION”

This one was written in Hemel Hempstead on August 1985, but verse 3 was added in November 1988. Music Franz J. Haydn 1797 Tune name “Austria“, also known as “Das Deutschlandlied” – the German National Anthem. When I wrote this I had a mind to use the East German national anthem “Auferstanden aus Ruinen und der Zukunft zugewandt” for this hymn, and in this way to reclaim for God a Communist tune, but since shortly afterwards the prayers of many people were answered and Communist hegemony in East Germany crumbled away as all the principalities that ruled Luther’s land at any time, the point became moot, and I prefer the anthem of the united Germany for this hymn. They became a united nation, but one day the elect from all over the world will be united as one.)

1.
Royal Priesthood! Holy Nation!
Shew forth praises of your God!
Hail Him, chosen generation,
Who hath washed you in His blood!
From before the ages’ dawning
He His own elect hath known
Who, on Resurrection’s morning
Worshipping, shall throng His throne.

2.
Ye were bound in sin’s perdition
Wand’ring lost in blackest night
Jesus called you to contrition
Shone you o’er with marvellous light!
On that threshold of salvation
Lo! Your hearts felt newborn thrill;
There ye joined the Holy Nation
And that Nation waxeth still.

3.
Yea, the Lord himself hath claimed you
Through the work of God the Son.
In electing grace He named you
By Christ’s merit ye are won
In the extradition glorious
Ye shall meet Him face to Face
When the Church shall rise victorious
To her endless dwelling-place.

4.
What a calling! What redemption!
Thus our gracious God we bless.
How could we not sing His praises?
To His name give holiness!
Worship, chosen generation,
Praise, ye ransomed by His blood
Royal Priesthood, Holy Nation
Bow your hearts before your God!

“…But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light: 10. Which in time past were not a people, but are now the people of God: which had not obtained mercy, but now have obtained mercy.” (1 Peter 2:9-10)

At the Tandoori Palace

 

This was a snatch of the food at Tandoori Palace Restaurant in Marszalkowska, Warsaw, during one of our visits about four years ago. This is actually our second favorite Indian restaurant, the first being Nikhil’s Asian Village in Raszyn, just south of Warsaw. The ownership is the same and the menu and recipes are the same, but there is less clientele so the food is made fresh. There’s still a difference between dishes made to order and those which have been on standby for a few hours, so we usually go the extra mile for Raszyn. The Raszyn one doesn’t deliver, and the Marszalkowska one does, but still it is worth it.

We find that spending 250 PLN on take home curry makes 10 meals in total, so only 25 PLN per head on a curry meal. It may seem expensive but you do get a lot of mileage out of it, and so we like to do this about once a month. Sometimes like here we go to the restaurant, and then just get what we don’t eat bagged up.

I could tell an amusing story about Elena’s first experience of a real Indian style curry – when she came over to the UK and my parents asked if she liked spicy food. She said yes, but what she had in mind was the Belarusian version of Indian food. When my parents proceeded to give full spicey-licence to their culinary skills and produce as Indian a curry as I think any non-Indian could ever make, my poor little wife (fiancee then) was begging for a glass of water!

But she has got used to it since then.