Sunday's Hymn: All Glory Be to Christ

Should nothing of our efforts stand
No legacy survive
Unless the Lord does raise the house
In vain its builders strive

To you who boast tomorrow’s gain
Tell me what is your life
A mist that vanishes at dawn
All glory be to Christ! 

All glory be to Christ our king!
All glory be to Christ!
His rule and reign we’ll ever sing,
All glory be to Christ!

His will be done
His kingdom come
On earth as is above
Who is Himself our daily bread
Praise Him the Lord of love

Let living water satisfy
The thirsty without price
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
All glory be to Christ!

All glory be to Christ our king!
All glory be to Christ!
His rule and reign will ever sing,
All glory be to Christ!

When on the day the great I Am
The faithful and the true
The Lamb who was for sinners slain
Is making all things new.

Behold our God shall live with us
And be our steadfast light
And we shall ere his people be
All glory be to Christ!

All glory be to Christ our king!
All glory be to Christ!
His rule and reign will ever sing,
All glory be to Christ!

—Dustin Kensrue and Chad Gardner

Sunday's Hymn: The Day of Resurrection

The day of re­sur­rect­ion! Earth, tell it out abroad;
The Pass­ov­er of glad­ness, the Pass­ov­er of God.
From death to life eter­nal, from earth un­to the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us ov­er, with hymns of vic­to­ry.

Our hearts be pure from ev­il, that we may see aright
The Lord in rays eter­nal of re­sur­rect­ion light;
And list­en­ing to His ac­cents, may hear, so calm and plain,
His own All hail! and, hear­ing, may raise the vic­tor strain.

Now let the heav’ns be joy­ful! Let earth the song be­gin!
Let the round world keep tri­umph, and all that is there­in!
Let all things seen and un­seen their notes in glad­ness blend,
For Christ the Lord hath ris­en, our joy that hath no end.

—John of Damascus

Sunday's Hymn: All Glory, Laud and Honour

Refrain

All glo­ry, laud and hon­or,
To Thee, Re­deem­er, King,
To whom the lips of child­ren
Made sweet ho­san­nas ring.

Thou art the King of Is­ra­el,
Thou Da­vid’s roy­al Son,
Who in the Lord’s name com­est,
The King and Bless­èd One.

The com­pa­ny of an­gels
Are prais­ing Thee on high,
And mor­tal men and all things
Created make re­ply.

The peo­ple of the He­brews
With palms be­fore Thee went;
Our pray­er and praise and an­thems
Before Thee we pre­sent.

To Thee, be­fore Thy pas­sion,
They sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee, now high ex­alt­ed,
Our me­lo­dy we raise.

Thou didst ac­cept their prais­es;
Accept the pray­ers we bring,
Who in all good de­light­est,
Thou good and gra­cious King.

Thy sor­row and Thy tri­umph
Grant us, O Christ, to share,
That to the ho­ly ci­ty
Together we may fare.

For hom­age may we bring Thee
Our vic­to­ry o’er the foe,
That in the Con­quer­or’s tri­umph
This strain may ev­er flow.

—Theo­dulph of Or­le­ans