Veritas Aequitas

You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all
I’m seeking You like a precious jewel
Lord, to give up I’d be a fool
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name

Taking my cross my sin my shame
Raising again I praise Your name
You are my all in all
When I fall down You pick me up
When I run dry You fill my cup
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name

Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name

You are my strength when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all
When I fall down You pick me up
When I run dry You fill my cup
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name, lets go
Jesus, Lamb of God
Holy is Your name

Chorus
Thus saith the Lord:
Since you refuse to free my people
All through the land of Egypt…

I send a pestilence and plague
Into your house, into your bed
Into your streams, into your streets
Into your drink, into your bread
Upon your cattle, on your sheep
Upon your oxen in your field
Into your dreams, into your sleep
Until you break, until you yield
I send the swarm, I send the horde
Thus saith the Lord

Moses
Once I called you brother
Once I thought the chance
to make you laugh
Was all I ever wanted…

Chorus
I send the thunder from the sky
I send the fire raining down

Moses
And even now I wish that God
had chose another
Serving s your foe on his behalf
Is the last thing that I wanted…

Chorus
I send a hail of burning ice
On ev`ry field, on ev`ry town

Moses
This was my home
All this pain and devastation
How it tortures me inside
All the innocent who suffer
From your stubbornness and pride…

Chorus
I send the locusts on a wind
Such as the world has never seen
On ev`ry leaf, on ev`ry stalk
Until there`s nothing left of green
I send my scourge, I send my sword
Thus saith the Lord!

Moses
You who I called brother
Why must you call down another blow?

Chorus
I send my scourge, I send my sword

Moses
Let my people go

Moses and Chorus
Thus saith the Lord

Rameses
You who I called brother
How could you have come to hate me so?
Is this what you wanted?

Chorus
I send the swarm, I send the horde…

Rameses
Then let my heart be hardened
And never mind how high the cost may grow
This will still be so:
I will never let your people go…

Chorus
Thus saith the Lord:

Moses
Thus saith the Lord:

Rameses
I will not…

Moses, Rameses, and Chorus
Let your (my) people go

As is often the case with a first attempt, improvements need to be made. My Wolf1 (reference) one-way hashing algorithm, while operational, does not avalanche as well as it should: one-bit changes to the source being hashed are not creating vastly different outcomes.

I’m reworking the Wolf1 process into a new version, and will post its details shortly.

In reference to a previous entry: there is now a reference implementation for the Wolf1 one-way hash – Wolf1.cpp

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder,
When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share;
When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

Let us labor for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care;
Then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Refrain

I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year,
I’ve spent all my money on whiskey and beer.
But now I’m returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus:

And it’s No, Nay, never,
No, nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover,
No never no more.

I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady me money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me “Nay,
Such a custom as your’s I can have any day!”

Chorus

I then took from my pocket ten sov’reigns bright
And the landlady’s eyes opened wide with delight.
She said “I have whiskeys, and wines of the best,
And the words that I told you were only in jest!”

Chorus

I’ll go home to my parents, confess what I’ve done
And I’ll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And when they’ve caressed me as often before
I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus (3x)

Well, how do you do, young William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun,
I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done.
And I see from your gravestone, you were only nineteen
When you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen
Well, I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean,
Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene?

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they play the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the band play ‘The Last Post and Chorus’?
Did the pipes play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind,
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in nineteen sixteen,
To that loyal heart, you’re forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they play the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the band play ‘The Last Post and Chorus’?
Did the pipes play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’?

The sun’s shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow,
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that’s still No Man’s Land,
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man,
And a whole generation lies butchered and damned

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they play the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the band play ‘The Last Post and Chorus’?
Did the pipes play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’?

And I can’t help but wonder, now Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you The Cause?
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again.
And again, and again, and again, and again.

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they play the death march, as they lowered you down?
Did the band play ‘The Last Post and Chorus’?
Did the pipes play ‘The Flowers of the Forest’?

After posting one of my fiancée’s favorites, I thought I’d post one of mine. I’ve decided to this a regular feature – a weekly (ish) song post.

Lyrics from wikipedia.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.”

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave,
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of Time His slave,
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

(music midi)

From AiG:

The Jerusalem Post: “Archeologists Find ‘Joseph-Era’ Coins in Egypt”

Archaeologists may have found evidence for the Joseph of Genesis in Egypt, a news agency has reported.

Researchers in Egypt have discovered a cache of coins “bearing the name and image of the biblical Joseph,” the Jerusalem Post reports. The news was originally reported by Egyptian paper Al-Ahram and translated by MEMRI.

The coins – five hundred in all – were among a group of “small archeological artifacts” at the Museum of Egypt and were originally mistook for charms or ornaments. The leader of the team, Sa’id Muhammad Thabet, found the coins in various vaults while doing research on Joseph.

If true, the discovery overturns the previous contention that ancient Egyptians were unfamiliar with coins and used a barter system exclusively. Thabet originally questioned that idea when reading a letter by an ancient Egyptian who served as royal inspector of the Nile bridges. Named Thot-Nehet, he wrote of leasing lands in exchange for coins and agricultural goods.

As for the coins themselves, Thabet noticed that what had been classified as charms were actually round (or nearly round) and bore an inscription on one side and an engraved image on the other—just like coins throughout the centuries, including today. The inscribed side of the objects bore the name of Egypt, a date, and a value, while the engraved face of most bore the name and image of an Egyptian pharaoh or deity. The objects also came in various sizes and were made of precious materials. Also, similar objects have been found at various archaeological sites, adding to Thabet’s suspicion that the objects were coins rather than charms.

The coins are dated to many periods of Egyptian history, including as far back as Joseph’s time. Most interestingly, the report matches up with Genesis 41 in describing “one coin that had an inscription on it, and an image of a cow symbolizing Pharaoh’s dream about the seven fat cows and seven lean cows, and the seven green stalks of grain and seven dry stalks of grain.”

Furthermore, the researchers were able to decipher the writing on the coin (which matched the earliest known hieroglyphic texts) and make out multiple versions of Joseph’s name as well as what is purported to be an image of him.

If Thabet’s research is correct, then we have another fascinating confirmation of the reality of Genesis history. But as the research has not yet been presented for review or otherwise published (as far as we are aware), the accuracy of the research remains in question. Baptist Press, in an article titled “Evangelicals Skeptical about ‘Joseph Coins’,” quotes evangelical scholars who are skeptical of Thabet’s claims. “My initial response is one of skepticism in that the ‘interpretation’ of the coins is quite subjective,” explained ancient Egypt expert Robert Griffin of the University of Memphis.

Archaeologist Steven Ortiz of Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary concurred, noting that Thabet’s team was seeking to validate specific verses of the Koran with their discovery. Of course, the motivation of Thabet’s research doesn’t necessarily mean the findings are flawed; nonetheless, we’ll reserve judgment until the exact findings are published in a peer-reviewed journal. Besides, our trust in Genesis (and the rest of God’s Word) doesn’t ebb and flow with each new archaeological discovery!

This is one of my fiancée’s favorite songs. Enjoy, sweetie

I’m just a poor wayfaring pilgrim
trav’ling through this world of woe.
there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to meet my father
I’m going there no more to roam;
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me
I know my pathway’s rough and steep;
But golden fields lie out before me
Where weary eyes no more shall weep.
I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

I’ll soon be free from every trial
This form will rest beneath the sod
I’ll drop my cross of self denial,
And enter in my home with God.
I’m going there to see my Saviour
Who shed for me His precious blood
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory
When I get home to that bright land
I want to shout Salvation’s story
In concert with that bloodwashed band.
I’m going there to meet my Saviour
To sing His praises forevermore
I am just going over Jordan
I am just going over home

(the music is available in midi form from cyberhymnal.org)