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File 98A07 - Excerpts from the Hyacinth Hymnal, 2012–13.

A shortwave radio broadcast believed to be sourced to the Order of the Hyacinth (Cross City, Fla.), operating since 1978 at the latest. While the station typically broadcasts only tones and numbers,1 occasional songs, Biblical readings and conversations have been broadcast on the station. All broadcasts from 20██ and 201██ consistently featured one voice, Person of Interest-35223. POI-35223 has not been identified, and the station has not broadcast since the final excerpt presented here.

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Excerpt 1 - "Daffodils Yellow And Hyacinths Blue" (0:00–0:56)

A hymn of unknown composition.

POI-35233: You ready?

Bass guitar and slide guitar are played. POI-35233 and UNKNOWN sing.

POI-35233 and UNKNOWN:
Daffodils yellow and hyacinths blue
Good Lord, good Lord, I’m coming home to you
Balance me, fellow, with innocence true
Good Lord, good Lord, I’m coming home to you

It has not been an easy ride, born on the shore
Good Lord, good Lord, show me that white door
And if my spirit doth misguide, I am not done for
Good Lord, good Lord, show me that white door

Daffodils yellow and hyacinths blue
Good Lord, good Lord, I’m coming home to you
Balance me, fellow, with innocence true
Good Lord, good Lord, I’m coming home to you

Excerpt 2 - "Lord, You Have Come To The Lakeshore" (0:58–2:20)

Takes many lines from a hymn by Cesareo Gabarain, though the music shares no resemblance.

A fiddle is played. POI-35233 sings.

POI-35233:
Lord, you have come to the lakeshore
Looking neither for wealthy nor wise ones
You only asked me to follow humbly.

[UNINTELLIGIBLE]

Lord, with your eyes you have searched me,
Kindly smiling, have spoken my name
Now my boat's left on the shoreline behind me;
By your side I will seek other seas

You know so well my possessions
My boat carries no gold and no weapons
But nets and fishes -- my daily labor
You need my hands, full of caring

Through my labors to give others rest,
And constant love that keeps on loving
You, who have fished other oceans
Ever longed-for by souls who are waiting

My loving friend, as thus you call me.

Excerpt 3 - Reading of Micah 7:1-7 (2:22–3:22)

A fiddle is played. POI-35233 speaks.

POI-35233:
Woe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer
fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no
cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.

The good man is perished out of the earth: and there is none
upright among men: they all lie in wait for blood; they hunt
every man his brother with a net.

That they may do evil with both hands earnestly, the prince
asketh, and the judge asketh for a reward; and the great man,
he uttereth his mischievous desire: so they wrap it up.

The best of them is as a brier: the most upright is sharper
than a thorn hedge: the day of thy watchmen and thy visitation
cometh; now shall be their perplexity.

Trust ye not in a friend, put ye not confidence in a guide:
keep the doors of thy mouth from her that lieth in thy bosom.

For the son dishonoureth the father, the daughter riseth up
against her mother, the daughter in law against her mother in
law; a man's enemies are the men of his own house.

Therefore I will look unto the Lᴏʀᴅ; I will wait for the God
of my salvation: my God will hear me.

Excerpt 4 - "Here And Heaven" (3:30–4:59)

Written by bluegrass artist Chris Thile in 2011.

A banjo is played. POI-35233 and UNKNOWN sing.

POI-35233 and UNKNOWN:
With a hammer and nails and a fear of failure we
are building a shed
Between here and heaven between the wait and the
wedding for as long as we both shall be dead
to the world beyond the boys and the girls trying
to keep us calm
We can practice our lines 'til we're deaf and blind
to ourselves to each other where it's

Fall not winter spring not summer cool not cold
And it's warm not hot have we all forgotten that
we're getting old

With an arrow and bow and some seeds left to sow
we are staking our claim
On ground so fertile we forget who we've hurt along
the way and reach out for a strange hand
to hold someone strong but not bold enough to
tear down the wall
'Cause we ain't lost enough to find the stars ain't
crossed why align them why fall hard
not soft into

Fall not winter spring not summer cool not cold
Where it's warm not hot has everyone forgotten that
we're getting old

Excerpt 5 - Reading of Psalm 40 (5:02–6:58)

POI-35233 speaks. Periodic gunshots are heard.

POI-35233:
I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and
heard my cry.

He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry
clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our
God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord.

Blessed is that man that maketh the Lord his trust, and
respecteth not the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

Many, O Lord my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast
done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be
reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak
of them, they are more than can be numbered.

Sacrifice and offering thou didst not desire; mine ears hast
thou opened: burnt offering and sin offering hast thou no
required.

Then said I, Lo, I come: in the volume of the book it is
written of me,

I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my
heart.

I have preached righteousness in the great congregation: lo, I
have not refrained my lips, O Lord, thou knowest.

I have not hid thy righteousness within my heart; I have
declared thy faithfulness and thy salvation: I have not
concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truth from the great
congregation.

Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let thy
lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me.

For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities
have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up;
they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart
faileth me.

Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me: O Lord, make haste to help
me.

Let them be ashamed and confounded together that seek after my
soul to destroy it; let them be driven backward and put to
shame that wish me evil.

Let them be desolate for a reward of their shame that say unto
me,

POI-35233 pauses. Heavy breathing is heard.

Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: let
such as love thy salvation say continually, The Lord be
magnified.

But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou
art my help and my deliverer; make no tarrying, O my God.

The sound of a gun being loaded. Broadcast ends.

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Footnotes

1. Per the Conet Policy, all known shortwave numbers stations have been automatically logged in Foundation databases since 1998.