Saturday, October 21, 2017

Psalm 126(125) In convertendo

(A song of ascents.)
1 When the Lord gave back Sion her banished sons, we walked like men in a dream;
2 in every mouth was laughter, joy was on every tongue. Among the heathen themselves it was said, What favour the Lord has shewn them!
3 Favour indeed the Lord has shewn us, and our hearts are rejoiced.
4 Deliver us, Lord, from our bondage; our withered hopes, Lord, like some desert water-course renew!
5 The men who are sowing in tears will reap, one day, with joy.
6 Mournful enough they go, but with seed to scatter; trust me, they will come back rejoicing, as they carry their sheaves with them. (KNOX)

Friday, October 20, 2017

Alone With None But Thee, My God,

Alone with none but thee, my God,
I journey on my way.
What need I fear, when thou art near,
O King of night and day?
More safe am I within thy hand,
Than if a host did round me stand.

My destined time is fixed by thee,
And death doth know his hour.
Did warriors strong around me throng,
They could not stay his power;
No walls of stone can man defend
When thou thy messenger dost send.

My life I yield to thy decree,
And bow to thy control
In peaceful calm, for from thine arm
No power can wrest my soul.
Could earthly omens e’er appal
A man that heeds the heavenly call!

The child of God can fear no ill,
His chosen dread no foe;
We leave our fate with thee, and wait
Thy bidding when to go.
‘Tis not from chance our comfort springs,
Thou art our trust, O King of kings.

~Saint Columba & Tune: SOWBY

Thursday, October 19, 2017

The Island of the World

One of my very favorite works of fiction is The Island of the World by Michael O’Brien. You’ll see I have used quotes/excerpts from it and other quotes from the author quite a few times on this blog (see title of the book and author’s name under Labels). The following is from an interview with the author back in 2007 around the time it was first released. I highly recommend this book! – Kevin

Question: Tell us about your new novel, The Island of the World, to give readers a sense of it.

O'Brien: The Island of the World is the story of a child born in 1933 into the turbulent world of the Balkans and tracing his life into the third millennium. The central character is Josip Lasta, the son of an impoverished school teacher in a remote village high in the mountains of the Bosnian interior. As the novel begins, World War II is underway and the entire region of Yugoslavia is torn by conflicting factions: German and Italian occupying armies, and the rebel forces that resist them—the fascist Ustashe, Serb nationalist Chetniks, and Communist Partisans. As events gather momentum, hell breaks loose, and the young and the innocent are caught in the path of great evils. Their only remaining strength is their religious faith and their families.

Q: Is this primarily a historical novel, or perhaps a political one?

O'Brien: No, it is neither, though of course history and politics play important roles in the story. Its primary focus is on persons, dramatized through the life of a person, a soul. However, the history that is part of the plot recounts accurately what happened, and as such the book may be somewhat controversial. For more than a century, the confused and highly inflammatory history of former-Yugoslavia has been the subject of numerous books, many of them rife with revisionist history and propaganda. The peoples of the Balkans live on the border of three worlds: the Islamic, the Orthodox Slavic East, and Catholic Europe, and as such they stand in the path of major world conflicts that are not only geo-political but fundamentally spiritual. This novel cuts to the core question: how does a person retain his identity, indeed his humanity, in any absolutely dehumanizing situation?

Q: How does he retain his humanity?

O'Brien: In the life of the central character, I try to show that this will demand suffering and sacrifice, heroism and even holiness. When he is twelve years old, his entire world is destroyed, and so begins a lifelong journey to find again the faith which the blows of evil have shattered. The plot takes the reader through Josip's youth, his young manhood, life under the Communist regime, imprisonment, hope and loss and unexpected blessings, the growth of his creative powers as a poet, and the ultimate test of his life. This novel is about the crucifixion of a soul — and resurrection.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

The Nature of Prayer

(The Church at Auvers by Vincent Van Gogh - found here)

                 (a debt to Van Gogh’s “Crooked Church”)

Maybe a mad fit made you set it there
Askew, bent to the wind, the blue-print gone
Awry, or did it? Isn’t every prayer
We say oblique, unsure, seldom a simple one,
Shaken as your stone tightening in the air?

Decorum smiles a little. Columns, domes
Are sights, are aspirations. We can’t dwell
For long among such loftiness. Our homes
Of prayer are shaky and, yes, parts of Hell
Fragment the depths from which the great cry comes.

~Elizabeth Jennings

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

From: Leave It to Beaver

“Hey Wally, what’s this? I found it in the bushes.”

“It’s whiskey.”

“Smells awful.”

“All whiskey smells awful.”

“Then why do people drink it?”

“Well, it’s like when grownups have a party. They drink it to have a good time.”

“Gee, if it’s a party, don’t they have a good time anyway?”

“Well, grownups have a harder time having a good time than kids do.”

Monday, October 16, 2017

Between The Lines

“Of course, God cannot be just another of the things of this world, to be noticed also alongside all the rest. God’s very being requires more than that, not more in the sense of quantity but in the sense of quality. And so, if God is here at all—and God must be because all the rest is—then it would have to be in the quality of something like ‘between the lines’ of things and persons, of something like the desire that others awaken in us but never satisfy, of something like a hidden radiance that we are longing to see, whose presence we sometimes suspect, but never see.

So then, this is a fine mess: a concrete, marvelous, beautiful world of things and people, and yet no ultimate satisfaction in it, only an increasingly restless heart. I am longing for the divine glory hidden in everything to burst forth and present itself to our vision. How much longer must we wait for this? ... All this must be what inspired that poor and simple prayer, ‘Come, Lord, delay your coming no longer.’”
~Jeremy Driscoll

Psalm 8 Domine, Dominus noster

1 (To the choir-master. To the mood of the song, The Wine-presses. A psalm. Of David.)
2 O Lord, our Master, how the majesty of thy name fills all the earth! Thy greatness is high above heaven itself.
3 Thou hast made the lips of children, of infants at the breast, vocal with praise, to confound thy enemies; to silence malicious and revengeful tongues.
4 I look up at those heavens of thine, the work of thy hands, at the moon and the stars, which thou hast set in their places;
5 what is man that thou shouldst remember him? What is Adam’s breed, that it should claim thy care?
6 Thou hast placed him only a little below the angels, crowning him with glory and honour,
7 and bidding him rule over the works of thy hands.
8 Thou hast put them all under his dominion, the sheep and the cattle, and the wild beasts besides;
9 the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea, that travel by the sea’s paths.
10 O Lord, our Master, how the majesty of thy name fills all the earth! (KNOX)

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Be Still, For the Spirit of the Lord

Be still for the presence of the Lord
The Holy One is here
Come bow before Him now
With reverence and fear
In Him no sin is found
We stand on holy ground
Be still for the presence of the Lord
The Holy One is here

Be still for the glory of the Lord
Is shining all around
He burns with holy fire
With splendor He is crowned
How awesome is the sight
Our radiant King of light
Be still for the glory of the Lord
Is shining all around

Be still for the power of the Lord
Is moving in this place
He comes to cleanse and heal
To minister His grace
No work too hard for Him
In faith receive from Him
Be still for the power of the Lord
Is moving in this place

~Author: David Evans & Tune: BE STILL

Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Glorious Monument

“He, the Life of all, our Lord and Saviour, did not arrange the manner of his own death lest He should seem to be afraid of some other kind. No. He accepted and bore upon the cross a death inflicted by others, and those other His special enemies, a death which to them was supremely terrible and by no means to be faced; and He did this in order that, by destroying even this death, He might Himself be believed to be the Life, and the power of death be recognised as finally annulled. A marvellous and mighty paradox has thus occurred, for the death which they thought to inflict on Him as dishonour and disgrace has become the glorious monument to death’s defeat.”
~St. Athanasius

Friday, October 13, 2017

Rescuing Our Maidens from the Culture of Death

“In The Hobbit, Thorin Oakenshield gives Bilbo Baggins a beginner’s lesson on the nature of dragons, a sort of dragons for dummies, telling the unschooled hobbit that dragons ‘carry away people, especially maidens, to eat.’

Dragons have a preference for the virgin flesh of maidens because they are not merely hungry but wicked. They desire the defilement of the pure and undefiled, the destruction of the virgin. Their devouring is a deflowering. Parallels with human ‘dragons’ in our own world are not difficult to discern. The war against the dragon is not, therefore, a war against a physical monster, like a dinosaur, but a battle against the wickedness we see around us in our everyday lives. We all face our daily dragons and we must all defend ourselves from them and hopefully slay them, which is only possible with the assistance of God’s grace which serves as a sort of St. George in the heart of man. The sobering reality is that we must either fight the dragons that we encounter in life or become dragons ourselves. There is no middle-path. No neutrality in this fight to the death is possible. We either fight the dragon or we become the dragon.

An additional problem is that we live in a dragon-culture, a culture of death, which pours scorn on the very concept of virtue and which has banned the very concept of ‘sin’ from its vocabulary. Purity is equated with puritanism and is shunned. Chastity is ridiculed. And true marriage, in which the sexual union is united with the self-sacrificial desire for children, is being ripped apart. To make matters worse, Pride, the wickedest of sins, which rules the heart of every dragon, is now unfurled as an infernal banner and held aloft as a sign of the dragon’s war on Christian humility.

It will come as no surprise to those who know something about dragons to learn that a dragon-culture will devour the innocent in a feeding frenzy of salacious wickedness. We know of the unholy holocaust of abortion, which devours the innocent flesh of babies, but we sometimes overlook the harmful effect on women that the unleashed dragons inflict. This was brought home to me by a recent article in the UK’s Telegraph which highlighted the fact that suicide had become a plague among British women, reaching record levels.


None of this should surprise anyone with a modicum of intelligence. We live in an age in which chivalry among men is ridiculed and where the notion of self-sacrificial love has been abandoned in pursuit of self-gratifying desire. If life is reduced to ‘me’ and my feelings, the ‘other’ will be sacrificed on the altars of self-worship. Traditional marriage has always been the way in which a man and a woman give themselves fully to the other so that they may give themselves fully for the children that they hope to raise together.

In a world where virtue is shunned, vice will prevail. In a world where love is replaced with lust, the most vulnerable will be systematically abused. In a world which boasts of its Pride, it is the weakest who suffer. Such a world is destined for anarchy, which Oscar Wilde rightly called ‘freedom’s own Judas.’ Anarchy is the morally lawless society in which the morally lawless prey upon the weak. It is a world that has unleashed the dragon. In such a world, characterized by the increase in the number of damsels in distress, we need an increase in the number of those prepared to go forth, like St. George, armed with courage and the grace of God, to rescue the maidens from the dragons of the death-culture.”
~Joseph Pearce

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Malachi 3:13-20b

You have defied me in word, says the LORD,
   yet you ask, “What have we spoken against you?”
You have said, “It is vain to serve God,
   and what do we profit by keeping his command,
And going about in penitential dress
   in awe of the LORD of hosts?
Rather must we call the proud blessed;
   for indeed evildoers prosper,
   and even tempt God with impunity.”
Then they who fear the LORD spoke with one another,
   and the LORD listened attentively;
And a record book was written before him
   of those who fear the LORD and trust in his name.
And they shall be mine, says the LORD of hosts,
   my own special possession, on the day I take action.
And I will have compassion on them,
   as a man has compassion on his son who serves him.
Then you will again see the distinction
   between the just and the wicked;
Between the one who serves God,
   and the one who does not serve him.
For lo, the day is coming, blazing like an oven,
   when all the proud and all evildoers will be stubble,
And the day that is coming will set them on fire,
   leaving them neither root nor branch,
   says the LORD of hosts.
But for you who fear my name, there will arise
   the sun of justice with its healing rays.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Clean Of Heart

“Blessed are the clean of heart, for they will see God. Purity of heart means not only freedom from confusion through the senses, but a general inner clarity and sincerity of intent before God. Those who possess it see God, for he is recognized not by the bare intellect, but by the inner vision. The eye is clear when the heart is clear, for the roots of the eye are in the heart. To perceive God then, we must purify the heart; it helps little to tax the intellect.”
~Romano Guardini

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

To Be On The Inside

“In speaking of this desire for our own far off country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves.”

“Apparently, then, our lifelong nostalgia, our longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off, to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside, is no mere neurotic fancy, but the truest index of our real situation... In one way, of course, God has given us the Morning Star already: you can go and enjoy the gift on many fine mornings if you get up early enough. What more, you may ask, do we want? Ah, but we want so much more... [T]he poets and the mythologies know all about it. We do not want merely to see beauty... We want something else which can hardly be put into words—to be united with the beauty we see, to bathe in it, to become part of it.”
~C. S. Lewis

Monday, October 9, 2017

Before All Things

              Col 1:17

The day Christ died a record-long freight train
barreled through the Rollins Road crossing.
For seven minutes tankers and lumber flats
vibrated through the spikes in his wrists.

A fisherman dropped his pole by the retention pond
and headed toward the hill. A girl at a bus stop
clutched her side as the embryo implanted himself.
We’ll be late for the movie, I said.

That night, a meteor lit a tongue of fire
over the Midwestern sky. Our kitchen flashed,
and you froze at the sink. Christ was just born,
you said. I ground my best coffee as an offering

and kept watch through the night. Legion roared
through the maple leaves. The Pharisees’ stones
thudded to the ground. The loaves in the kitchen
ruptured their bags, then the earth burst into being.

~Tania Runyan

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Alleluia! Sing to Jesus!

Alleluia! sing to Jesus! His the scepter, His the throne.
Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone.
Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion thunder like a mighty flood.
Jesus out of every nation has redeemed us by His blood.

Alleluia! not as orphans are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us, faith believes, nor questions how;
Though the cloud from sight received Him when the forty days were o’er
Shall our hearts forget His promise, “I am with you evermore”?

Alleluia! bread of angels, Thou on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia! here the sinful flee to Thee from day to day:
Intercessor, Friend of sinners, Earth’s Redeemer, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sinless sweep across the crystal sea.

Alleluia! King eternal, Thee the Lord of lords we own;
Alleluia! born of Mary, Earth Thy footstool, Heav’n Thy throne:
Thou within the veil hast entered, robed in flesh our great High Priest;
Thou on earth both priest and victim in the Eucharistic feast.

~Words: William Dix & Music: Rowland Prichard (re-post)

Saturday, October 7, 2017


“You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.”
~Anton Chekhov

Friday, October 6, 2017


“Idolatry is committed, not merely by setting up false gods, but also by setting up false devils; by making men afraid of war or alcohol, or economic law, when they should be afraid of spiritual corruption and cowardice.”
~G. K. Chesterton

Thursday, October 5, 2017


“Temptations come so that hidden passions may be revealed and so that it will be possible to fight them, and so that the soul may be rid of them. They are also a sign of God’s mercy. So give yourself with trust into God’s hands and ask His help, so that He will strengthen you in your struggle. God knows how much each one can bear and allows temptations according to the measure of our strength. Remember that after temptation comes spiritual joy, and that the Lord protects them that endure temptations and suffering for the sake of His love.”
~St. Nectarios of Aegina

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Good Point

“One of the great uses of Twitter and Facebook will be to prove at the Last Day that prayerlessness was not from lack of time.”
~John Piper

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Interesting Thought

“When we encounter a problem at work or in our ministry, we have been trained to look for a strategy with which to solve it. But what if God doesn’t want us to solve the problem at hand? What if God wants us to live with the problem for awhile? What if God is planning to use that problem to help us see the world in a new way? What if God wants us to struggle in the tension so that we can change and grow? In that case deploying a strategy and attempting to solve our problems quickly would actually work against God’s purposes.”
~Tim Suttle

Monday, October 2, 2017


(Picture found here)
Awake, my muse! thy wings expand!
     Oh, what sublimity is here!
Niagara's mighty thunders burst
     With awful grandeur on mine ear.
Niagara! on thy brink I stand,
     And taste unutterable bliss;
What pen, what language can portray
     A scene so wonderful as this?
Father Divine!— we lift our hearts
     In humble gratitude to thee—
Who spreads the azure vault above,
     Whose hand controls the boisterous sea!
Thou bades the foaming cataract roll!
     Thou forms the rainbow tints we see!
We gaze— we wonder and admire—
     Niagara!— we are lost in thee.

~Fanny Crosby
(She visited the Falls in September of 1843 with her blind companions from the New York Institution for the Blind)

Sunday, October 1, 2017

You Holy Angels Bright

You holy angels bright
Who wait at God’s right hand,
Or through the realms of light
Fly at your Lord’s command,
Assist our song,
For else the theme
Too high will seem
For mortal tongue.

You blessed souls at rest,
Who ran this earthly race,
And now, from sin released,
Behold the Savior’s face;
His praises sound,
As in his sight
With sweet delight
You all abound.

Let all who toil below
Adore our heav’nly King,
And onward as we go
Our joyful anthem sing:
With one accord,
Through good or ill,
We praise him still,
Eternal Lord.

My soul, now take your part,
Acclaiming God above;
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing out the songs of love,
Let all our days
Till life shall end,
Whate’er he send,
Be filled with praise.

Tune: Darwall’s 148th
Music: John Darwall, 1731-1789
Text: Richard Baxter, 1615-1691, et al., adapted by Anthony G. Petti

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Daniel 7:9-10, 13-14

As I watched:
   Thrones were set up
      and the Ancient One took his throne.
   His clothing was bright as snow,
      and the hair on his head as white as wool;
   His throne was flames of fire,
      with wheels of burning fire.
   A surging stream of fire
      flowed out from where he sat;
   Thousands upon thousands were ministering to him,
      and myriads upon myriads attended him.

The court was convened, and the books were opened.
As the visions during the night continued, I saw

   One like a son of man coming,
      on the clouds of heaven;
   When he reached the Ancient One
      and was presented before him,
   He received dominion, glory, and kingship;
      nations and peoples of every language serve him.
   His dominion is an everlasting dominion
      that shall not be taken away,
      his kingship shall not be destroyed.

Friday, September 29, 2017

St. Blanche Church Road

As I walked along St. Blanche Church Road
At dusk, I saw a small bird
Hovering in air above a lamppost.

This, I thought, is how the soul
Makes its way in the world
Wondering and hesitant,

Not noticing the Deerfield River
To the west or the dragon-shaped clouds
Gathering in the purple hills of sky

Above, mistaking a lone unlit lamppost
On a winding country road
For the outstretched finger of God.

~Steven Gizitsky

Thursday, September 28, 2017

How Deep You Have To Go

“Human nature is so faulty that it can resist any amount of grace and most of the time it does ... It is easy for any child to pick out the faults in the sermon on his way home from church every Sunday. It is impossible for him to find out the hidden love that makes a man, in spite of his intellectual limitations, his neuroticism, his own lack of strength, give up his life to the service of God’s people, however bumblingly he may go about it ... It is what is invisible that God sees and that the Christian must look for. Because he knows the consequences of sin, he knows how deep you have to go to find love ... To expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life and this is a softness that ends in bitterness. Charity is hard and endures.”
~Flannery O’Conner

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Psalm 36(35) Dixit injustus

(To the choir-master. Of David, the Lord’s servant.)
Deep in his heart the sinner hears the whispering of evil, and loses sight of the fear of God;
flatters himself with the thought that his misdoings go undiscovered, earn no reproof.
No word on his lips but is cruel and false; never a wise thought, a kindly deed.
He lies awake plotting mischief, and lends himself to every evil course, never weary of wrong-doing.
Lord, thy mercy is high as heaven; thy faithfulness reaches to the clouds;
thy justice stands firm as the everlasting hills, the wisdom of thy decrees is deep as the abyss. Lord, thou dost give protection to man and beast,
so rich is thy divine mercy; under the shelter of those wings the frail children of earth will find confidence.
With thy rich store thou wilt nourish them, bid them drink deep at thy fountain of contentment.
In thee is the source of all life; thy brightness breaks on our eyes like dawn.
Still let thy mercy dwell with those who acknowledge thee, thy favour with upright hearts;
do not suffer the proud to trample on me, the wicked to dispossess me.
See what a fall awaits the wrong-doers, how they are cast down to earth, and can keep their feet no more! (KNOX)

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Falling Leaves

(Falling Leaves by Olga Wisinger-Florian)

No quote today—just some art of my favorite season. Enjoy...

Monday, September 25, 2017


“If the wickedness of people arouses indignation and insurmountable grief in you, to the point that you desire to revenge yourself upon the wicked, fear that feeling most of all; go at once and seek torments for yourself, as if you yourself were guilty of their wickedness. Take these torments upon yourself and suffer them, and your heart will be eased, and you will understand that you, too, are guilty, for you might have shone to the wicked, even like the only sinless One, but you did not. If you had shone, your light would have lighted the way for others, and the one who did wickedness would perhaps not have done so in your light. And even if you do shine, but see that people are not saved even with your light, remain steadfast, and do not doubt the power of the heavenly light; believe that if they are not saved now, they will be saved later. And if they are not saved, their sons will be saved, for your light will not die, even when you are dead. The righteous man departs, but his light remains . . . The generation of men does not welcome its prophets and kills them, but men love their martyrs and venerate those they have tortured to death. Your work is for the whole, your deed is for the future. Never seek a reward, for great is your reward on earth without that: your spiritual joy, which only the righteous obtain. Nor should you fear the noble and powerful, but be wise and ever gracious. Know measure, know the time, learn these things. When you are alone, pray.”
~Fyodor Dostoyevsky (The Brothers Karamazov)

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Jesus, Thou Joy Of Loving Hearts

Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts,
Thou Fount of life, Thou Light of men,
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfilled to Thee again.

Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee Thou art good,
To them that find Thee all in all.

We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still;
We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,
Wherever our changeful lot is cast;
Glad when Thy gracious smile we see,
Blessed when our faith can hold Thee fast.

O Jesus, ever with us stay,
Make all our moments calm and bright;
Chase the dark night of sin away,
Shed over the world Thy holy light.

~Words: St. Bernard of Clairvaux, 12th Century; translated from Latin to English by Ray Palmer, 1858 & Music Henry Baker, 1854

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Psalm 92(91) Bonum est confiteri

Sweet it is to praise the Lord, to sing, most high God, in honour of thy name;
to proclaim thy mercy and faithfulness at daybreak and at the fall of night.
Here is a theme for ten-stringed harp and viol, for music of voice and zither;
so delightsome, Lord, is all thou doest, so thrills my heart at the sight of all thou hast made.
How magnificent is thy creation, Lord, how unfathomable are thy purposes!
And still, too dull to learn, too slow to grasp his lesson, the wrong-doer goes on in his busy wickedness.
Still he thrives, makes a brave show like the grass in spring, yet is he doomed to perish eternally,
whilst thou, Lord, art for ever exalted on high.
Vanished away thy enemies, Lord, vanished away, and all their busy wickedness scattered to the winds!
Strength thy power gives me, that gives strength to the wild oxen; refreshes me as with the touch of pure oil.
Blessed are these eyes with the sight of my enemies’ downfall, these ears with the tidings of insolent malice defeated.
The innocent man will flourish as the palm-tree flourishes; he will grow to greatness as the cedars grow on Lebanon.
Planted in the temple of the Lord, growing up in the very courts of our God’s house,
the innocent will flourish in a green old age, all freshness and vigour still;
theirs to proclaim how just is the Lord my refuge, his dealings how clear of wrong. (KNOX)