Blog Post Archives

Subscribe to Blog via Email (Version 1: Wordpress)

Enter your email address to subscribe via Wordpress to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. You will receive emails every time—and as soon as—a new post is made.

Subscribe to Blog via Email (Version 2: Feedburner)

Use this link to subscribe to this blog via Feedburner and receive notifications of new posts by email:

You will receive just one email at the end of the day (around 11:00 PM Eastern Time) summarizing all the posts made during the day.

You may also use the “By Email” link in the upper right hand corner of the page.

Talk Like A Pirate Day

In a nod of ecumenism to our Pastafarian brethren, St Stephen’s celebrated Sunday, September 18th, as the Eve of “Talk Like A Pirate Day” (or as we called it informally, Piratespeakmas Eve). In addition to singing MELITA, the Navy Hymn (“Eternal Father, strong to save”), and having the “Hornpipe” from Handel’s Water Music as the Postlude, we sang the following hymn, with text by Edward Hopper (1818-1888). Rather than use its original tune PILOT (which seems a bit busy), we used REDBEARD (mislabeled PETRA in the 1928 hymnal, and REDHEAD in other sources). A printable version of the hymn, with four-part harmony, is available in our Library.

In all seriousness, we took this opportunity to recognize and honor the work of our seafaring forces: the Navy, the Marines, the Coast Guard, and the Merchant Marine. International waters are not as calm these days as we think of them as being in “peace” time.

Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal.
Chart and compass come from thee;
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.

While th’ Apostles’ fragile bark
Struggled with the billows dark,
On the stormy Galilee,
Thou didst walk upon the sea;
And when they beheld thy form,
safe they glided thro’ the storm.

Tho’ the sea be smooth and bright,
Sparkling with the stars of night,
And my ship’s path be ablaze
With the light of halcyon days,
Still I know my need of thee;
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.

When the darkling heavens frown,
And the wrathful winds come down,
And the fierce waves, tossed on high,
Lash themselves against the sky,
Jesus, Savioir, pilot me,
Over life’s tempestuous sea.

As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist’rous waves obey thy will,
When thou say’st to them, “Be still!”
Wondrous Sov’reign of the sea,
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.

When at last I near the shore,
and the fearful breakers roar
‘Twixt me and the peaceful rest,
Then, while leaning on thy breast,
May I hear thee say to me,
“Fear not, I will pilot thee.”

Edward Hopper, (1818-1888) 1871

Comments are closed.