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Sunday
Jan212018

Sunday's Hymn: At the Name of Jesus Every Knee Shall Bow

At the Name of Jesus
Ev’ry knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess him
King of Glory now.
‘Tis the Father’s pleasure
We should call him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the mighty word.

At his voice creation
Sprang at once to sight,
All the angel faces,
All the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations,
Stars upon their way,
All the heav’nly orders
In their great array.

Humbled for a season
To receive a name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom he came,
Faithfully he bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death he passed.

In your hearts enthrone him;
There let him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true:
Crown him as your Captain
In temptation’s hour:
Let his will enfold you
In its light and pow’r.

Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With his Father’s glory,
With his angel train;
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon his brow,
And our hearts confess him
King of Glory now.

Caroline Noel

 

 

 

 

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Sunday
Jan142018

O Christ, Our Hope, Our Heart's Desire

O Christ, our hope, our heart’s desire,
Redemption’s only spring!
Creator of the world art thou,
Its Saviour and its King.

How vast the mercy and the love
Which laid our sins on thee,
And led thee to a cruel death,
To set thy people free.

But now the bands of death are burst,
The ransom has been paid;
And thou art on thy Father’s throne,
In glorious robes arrayed.

O Christ, be thou our lasting joy,
Our ever great reward!
Our only glory may it be
To glory in the Lord.

—Unknown

 

 

 

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Sunday
Jan072018

Sunday's Hymn: This Is My Father's World

This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears,
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world,
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world:
The battle is not done;
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and heav’n be one.

 —Maltbie D. Babcock

 

Have I ever used a ukelele hymn? I don’t think so, but today I will.

 

 

 

 

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