Sunday Hymn: The Lord God Almighty Reigns

There’s an endless song
Waiting to be sung
With the voice of every tribe
The sound of every tongue

When the bride of Christ
On that day of days
Brings with joy unto the Lamb
A multitude of praise

Like the roar of mighty seas
And rolls of thunder
Hear His people sing

Hallelujah, hallelujah
For the Lord Almighty reigns
Hallelujah, hallelujah
For the Lord, our God, the Almighty reigns

We will join the feast
Rest from battles won
Tell with great rejoicing
All the wonders God has done

And like the roar of mighty seas
And rolls of thunder
All the church will sing

Hallelujah, hallelujah
For the Lord Almighty reigns
Hallelujah, hallelujah
For the Lord, our God, the Almighty reigns

Certain of that day
Christ we will proclaim
Oh, that more would share the prize
Salvation in His name

Then greater will the anthem ring
The mighty chorus rising to the King

Hallelujah, hallelujah
For the Lord Almighty reigns
Hallelujah, hallelujah
For the Lord, our God, the Almighty reigns

Hallelujah, hallelujah
For the Lord Almighty reigns
Hallelujah, hallelujah
For the Lord, our God, the Almighty reigns

Words and Music by Keith & Kristyn Getty, Matt Boswell and Matt Papa

©2022 Getty Music Publishing (BMI) / Messenger Hymns (BMI) / Getty Music Hymns and Songs (ASCAP) / Love Your Enemies Publishing (ASCAP) / adm at MusicServices.com

Another hymn for this Sunday:

• Depth of Mercy at The Happy Wonderer 

Sunday Hymn: Sometimes a Light Surprises

Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord, who rises
With healing in his wings:
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

In holy contemplation
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God’s salvation,
And find it ever new;
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown tomorrow
Bring with it what it may.

It can bring with it nothing
But he will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens
Will give his children bread.

Though vine nor fig tree neither
Their wonted fruit shall bear,
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice,
For, while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

—William Cowper

Another hymn for this Sunday:

• The New Song at The Happy Wonderer 

Sunday's Hymn: Come Ye Disconsolate

Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel:
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrows that heav’n cannot heal.

Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,
“Earth has no sorrows that heav’n cannot cure.”

Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above:
Come to the feast prepared; come ever knowing
Earth has no sorrows but heav’n can remove.

—Tho­mas Moore

Another hymn for this Sunday:

• The Ninety and Nine at The Happy Wonderer