Sunday Hymn: We Praise Thee O God, Our Redeemer

We praise Thee, O God, our Re­deem­er, cre­at­or,
In grate­ful de­vo­tion our trib­ute we bring;
We lay it be­fore Thee, we kneel and adore Thee,
We bless Thy ho­ly name, glad prais­es we sing.

We wor­ship Thee, God of our fa­thers, we bless Thee;
Through life’s storm and tem­pest our guide have Thou been;
When per­ils ov­er­take us, es­cape Thou will make us,
And with Thy help, O Lord, our bat­tles we win.

With voic­es unit­ed our prais­es we of­fer,
To Thee, great Je­ho­vah, glad an­thems we raise.
Thy strong arm will guide us, our God is be­side us,
To Thee, our great Re­deem­er, for­ev­er be praise.

—Julia B. Cory

Sunday's Hymn: All Creatures of Our God and King

All creatures of our God and King,
lift up your voice and with us sing,
“Alleluia! Alleluia!”
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
thou silver moon with softer gleam,
O praise Him, O praise Him!
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! 

Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
ye clouds that sail in heav’n along,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising morn, in praise rejoice,
ye lights of ev’ning, find a voice,
O praise Him, O praise Him!
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! 

And all ye men of tender heart,
forgiving others, take your part,
O sing ye! Alleluia!
Ye who long pain and sorrow bear,
praise God and on Him cast your care;
O praise Him, O praise Him!
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! 

Let all things their Creator bless,
and worship Him in humbleness;
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
and praise the Spirit, Three in One;
O praise Him, O praise Him!
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

—St. Francis of Assisi

Sunday's Hymn: Lead On, O King Eternal

Lead on, O King eter­nal,
The day of march has come;
Henceforth in fields of con­quest
Thy tents shall be our home.
Through days of pre­pa­ra­tion
Thy grace has made us strong;
And now, O King eter­nal,
We lift our bat­tle song.

Lead on, O King eter­nal,
Till sin’s fierce war shall cease,
And ho­li­ness shall whis­per
The sweet amen of peace.
For not with swords’ loud clash­ing,
Nor roll of stir­ring drums;
With deeds of love and mer­cy
The heav’n­ly king­dom comes.

Lead on, O King eter­nal,
We fol­low, not with fears,
For gladn­ess breaks like morn­ing
Where’er Thy face ap­pears.
Thy cross is lift­ed ov­er us,
We jour­ney in its light;
The crown awaits the con­quest;
Lead on, O God of might.

—Er­nest W. Shurt­leff