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Was just diagnosed with “need to bite you” disorder. Yeah sorry it’s terminal. The only cure is biting you. C’mere.
This is LJS 102, which was made in Ethiopia in the early 20th century. It contains an account of Creation by the Trinity (Zena nagaromu), followed by hymns and including 4 illustrations: Virgin and Child with archangels Michael and Gabriel, Crucifixion with Mary and John, Saint George and the dragon, and Christ and the Virgin in majesty.
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Hear me, Hermes, messenger of Zeus, son of Maia;
almighty is your heart, O lord of the deceased and judge of contests;
gentle and clever, O Argeiphontes, you are a guide
whose sandals fly, and a man-loving prophet to mortals.
You are vigorous and you delight in exercise and in deceit;
interpreter of all, you are a profiteer who frees us of cares
and who holds in his hands the blameless tool of peace.
Lord of Korykos, blessed, helpful and skilled in words,
you assist in work, you are a friend of mortals in need,
and you wield the dreaded and respected weapon of speech.
Hear my prayer and grant a good end to a life
of industry, gracious talk, and mindfulness.
Orphic Hymn to Hermes #28 。・: ★ ,。・:*:・゚☆
I beg of you to remember that only the good hymns survive in our collective consciousness. Only the really good hymns survive for hundreds of years to become eponymous standbys. Two hundred years ago, "bad" hymns were a dime a dozen. There were trite, simple, repetitive, theologically weak, "I" focused hymns too, but we mostly don't remember them. Some were not written from a heart of worship, but to make money, be famous, fill up some blank pages in a song book. Should the Lord not return by then, two hundred years from now, a good percentage of the songs we hear on the Christian radio station, the ones we roll our eyes to when they're played on Sunday morning, will remain only on dusty old cd booklets and crumbling print-outs that were at one point bound for the recycle bin. The good ones (and there are good ones, very good ones) will survive, and people might even start to get nostalgic for this era of Christian music.
And you know what? Even the most trite hymn, the most cloyingly sweet chorus, the most repetitive worship song, the most theologically weak radio hit, even those written from a mercenary attitude, at least once lifted someone's heart in worship. They caused a joyful noise to be made to the Lord. They are immortal for at least a few precious brothers and sisters. Maybe your least favourite worship song will go one to become a historical treasure among Christian songs! I love hymns, but the ones that are immortal in the church's memory, the ones everyone knows, your and my favourites, are the ones that have been filtered through many years of testing. Of course they're better than a lot of what's coming out today. I love so many contemporary worship songs too, and some of them are gonna be classics.
Strive for excellence, by all means. Celebrate excellent art, and honour God with good music. But more than that, honour God with true worship. Worship is what comes from the heart, not what comes out of the speakers. Art of any quality can inspire and inflame it. Be patient, have grace.
Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth
Cassandra, Our lady of prophecy, Maiden of fated doom. Please bless and guide me with your priestly wisdom, O daughter of king Priam. Let me keep your image close to me, so I may shield myself from the misfortunes of the world.
Lady Cassandra, red-haired and wide-eyed, see me. Look at me with favor, enduring priestess.
So may it be.
Hymn to Apollo
Here I pray to bright, shining Apollo, lord of The silver bow, master of healing and the plagues. Lord Apollo! Son of a Titaness and Zeus - Great is your reach, across Olympus and Gaea I sing to you, Lord Apollo, may you bless me.