Nathan Clark George in Omaha on 10/04/15

Nathan Clark George in Omaha on 10/02/15


O LORD, Our Lord – Psalm 8

Just posted our new Psalm of the Month here at Parish Presbyterian Church. The first two verses are as a congregation would sing them, and during the last two I take a few melodic liberties. Enjoy!

Sheet Music:

Below are lead sheets (lyrics, melody, and chords).  I’ve recorded this in Cm, but Dm would also be a good congregational key, which will be the ley for the forthcoming four part version.

Psalm 8 chords
Psalm 8 chords capo
Psalm 8 congregation (no chords)
Psalm 8 four part with chords

About the Tune:

This melody might strike you as slightly different in character, at least for those of us that are used to standard hymnody and choruses. The reason is that I’m using the dorian mode, which is slightly different than a standard minor key. When I say it’s in Cm, the truth is that we are actually using the Bb major scale, but the tonic is one step up. That means that when we end on the F we are actually ending on the four chord, which avoids ending in minor and hints at major, but it also leaves you with a slight unresolved feeling. So, the last chord of the last verse the C major chord really jumps out with a sense of finality. (or, for the capo version play the G scale with the Am being tonic.)


It was around 1986 that I started wandering in and out of Golden Frets, our local guitar store.  It was one of those places where smoke and great music would hang in the air, not to mention all kinds of folks: washed up hippies, college kids, worship leaders, metal heads, country and jazz pickers, and, of course, neohippies.  It was this place of friendship where I learned the basics of instrument repair from picker, story-teller, and shop-owner, Bill Carter.  It was like a second home to me, and eventually Bill even started calling me ‘son.’  To this day, almost every time I head home to Southern IL, I stop by his place in order to kill a few hours with one of the most unique and wonderful souls I know.  But, I digress….

This post is simply to show off a few my repairs on the bench. When I get the chance I love to piddle around with old broken things….

Fret Dressing on an early 70s Vega.

Fret Dressing on an early 70s Vega.

Neck crack repair on a late 1970s Vega.

Neck crack repair on a late 1970s Vega.

Neck is back on on the late 1970s Vega

Neck is back on on the late 1970s Vega

Bridge reglued on a little old Gibson LG1

Bridge reglued on a little old Gibson LG1

Just a quick fret dressing on my Gibson J-35

Just a quick fret dressing on my Gibson J-35

Cello needs to come apart...

Cello needs to come apart…

The tools of the trade...including coffee.

The tools of the trade…including coffee.

Neck off and cleaned up.

Neck off and cleaned up. It appears that when this broke someone put a dowel rod in it without making a clean glue surface. I’m hoping I can salvage it.

Nathan Clark George with Henry Haffner in Thompson’s Station on 01/31/15

Nathan & Henry Poster

To Live is Christ Lyrics

Below you can grab all the lyrics from To Live is Christ as a zip file, or you can choose from the 22 PDFs below.

All the PDFs in a zip file:

To Live is Christ Lyrics

CD One: Psalms

Alleluia! Sing for Joy—Psalm 33
Answer, Father, When I Call—Psalm 4
Bless the Lord, O My Soul—Psalm 104
Blessed Are All They—Psalm 1
Gently, Gently—Psalm 6
I Love You Lord—Psalm 18
Incarnate God!—Psalm 91
Lord Protect Your People—Psalm 14
May the Lord Respond in Trouble—Psalm 20
My Soul Waits—Psalm 62
O Lord Most High—Psalm 9

CD Two: Hymns

A Debt of Love
Calm Content
Have Mercy, O Lord
Holy is the Lord
Love Divine
Our Only Paschal Lamb
Peace, Perfect Peace
The Creed of Timothy
To Live is Christ

The Strange Music

A beautiful poem by G.K. Chesterton:

The Strange Music:

OTHER loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack,
But I wander like a minstrel with a harp upon his back,
Though the harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
Still, my hope is all before me : for I cannot play it yet.

In your strings is hid a music that no hand hath e’er let fall,
In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all;
Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame,
Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow’s name.

Not as mine, my soul’s annointed, not as mine the rude and light
Easy mirth of many faces, swaggering pride of song and fight;
Something stranger, something sweeter, something waiting you afar,
Secret as your stricken senses, magic as your sorrows are.

But on this, God’s harp supernal, stretched but to be stricken once,
Hoary time is a beginner, Life a bungler, Death a dunce.
But I will not fear to match them—no, by God, I will not fear,
I will learn you, I will play you and the stars stand still to hear.