A Fine Old Calvinist Hymn (Author Unknown)

26 04 2012

Discovered this little gem in an old Reformed Hymnal

Father, Son, and Spirit One
By mercy, blood, and pow’r hath won
A ransomed bride saved for His Son
A finished work by Him was done

He did what he set out to do
Christ’s blood redeemed a church for you
Lost sinners under wrath they stood
Bought by his mercy, faith,and blood

What God has joined let no man tear
His church is strong beneath his care
He’s promised them they will be pure
He’s promised them they will endure

Richard Sibbes: He rose in spite of them…

24 04 2012

“He rose, even as he died.  He rose a public person, and as a ‘second Adam,’ to give and infuse spiritual life into all his branches.  He rose as our surety in our room.  He rose in spite of those who crucified him, that labored to keep him down all they could.  By the way, this shews that he will rise in his church, and in his children, in his religion, and in his cause.  Let the world and all the devils in hell lay a stone upon Christ, upon his cause, and church, and children; they will rise again, even as his blessed body did, in spite of all the watchfulness of his enemies.”

-Richard Sibbes, Christ’s Exaltation Purchased by His Humiliation in Sibbe’s collected works, vol V pg 327

Rob Sturdy: John Owen’s Analogia Entis in His Dissertation on Divine Justice

13 04 2012

This one is strictly for the theology nerds out there.  Click through for the full 30 pages.

John Owen, the 17th century English non-conformist, has been described as the “most significant theological intellect in England” during the seventeenth century.[1]  This makes Owen, according to some theologians, the high water mark of the expression of Reformed Theology known as Reformed Orthodoxy, which Paul Tillich described as “the abutment against which the bridge of all later Protestant theology leans.”[2]  And yet, as Trueman notes, Owen has hardly received the kind of treatment he arguably deserves, with the exception of that given to him in narrow, conservative evangelical circles.[3]  There seems to be a bit of a resurgence of interest in Owen.  This paper seeks to capitalize on that interest by bringing him into dialogue with a concept also enjoying a resurgence; namely the theological concept of participation.  This paper will demonstrate how Owen initially held a more Scotistic approach to the atonement shaped by Scotus’ voluntarism.  However, in 1652 Owen drastically changed his position adopting a Thomistic view that sought to more closely marry God’s actions with God’s essence.  The transition from Scotistic voluntarism to a more Thomistic view of participation will be examined in depth, followed briefly by an application of this shift to the concept of participation.  Read the rest of this entry »

Johne Donne: Seven Sonnets for Holy Week (Part VI & VII)

13 04 2012



Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul
Shall—though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly—be
Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard or foul,
And life by this death abled shall control
Death, whom Thy death slew ; nor shall to me
Fear of first or last death bring misery,
If in thy life-book my name thou enroll.
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,
But made that there, of which, and for which it was ;
Nor can by other means be glorified.
May then sin’s sleep and death soon from me pass,
That waked from both, I again risen may
Salute the last and everlasting day. 



Salute the last and everlasting day, 
Joy at th’ uprising of this Sun, and Son,
Ye whose true tears, or tribulation
Have purely wash’d, or burnt your drossy clay.
Behold, the Highest, parting hence away,
Lightens the dark clouds, which He treads upon ;
Nor doth He by ascending show alone,
But first He, and He first enters the way.
O strong Ram, which hast batter’d heaven for me !
Mild Lamb, which with Thy Blood hast mark’d the path !
Bright Torch, which shinest, that I the way may see !
O, with Thy own Blood quench Thy own just wrath ;
And if Thy Holy Spirit my Muse did raise,
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise.


John Donne: Seven Sonnets for Holy Week (Part V)

7 04 2012



By miracles exceeding power of man,
He faith in some, envy in some begat,
For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate :
In both affections many to Him ran.
But O ! the worst are most, they will and can,
Alas ! and do, unto th’ Immaculate,
Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a fate,
Measuring self-life’s infinity to span,
Nay to an inch. Lo ! where condemned He
Bears His own cross, with pain, yet by and by
When it bears him, He must bear more and die.
Now Thou art lifted up, draw me to Thee,
And at Thy death giving such liberal dole,
Moist with one drop of Thy blood my dry soul.

John Donne: Seven Sonnets for Holy Week (Part IV)

5 04 2012



With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe,
Joseph, turn back ; see where your child doth sit,
Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit,
Which Himself on the doctors did bestow.
The Word but lately could not speak, and lo !
It suddenly speaks wonders ; whence comes it,
That all which was, and all which should be writ,
A shallow seeming child should deeply know ?
His Godhead was not soul to His manhood,
Nor had time mellow’d Him to this ripeness ;
But as for one which hath a long task, ’tis good,
With the sun to begin His business,
He in His age’s morning thus began,
By miracles exceeding power of man.

John Donne: Seven Sonnets for Holy Week (III)

4 04 2012

The third of Donne’s seven sonnets, which I am posting for Holy Week.



Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment.
There he hath made himself to his intent
Weak enough, now into our world to come.
But O !  for thee, for Him, hath th’ inn no room ?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from th’ orient,
Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent
The effects of Herod’s jealous general doom.
See’st thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eye, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie ?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
That would have need to be pitied by thee ?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.