Sunday Hymn: We Will Understand It Better By and By

We are tossed and driv’n
On the rest­less sea of time;
Somber skies and howl­ing tem­pests
Oft suc­ceed a bright sun­shine;
In that land of per­fect day,
When the mists have rolled away,
We will un­der­stand it bet­ter by and by.

Refrain

By and by, when the morn­ing comes,
When the saints of God are ga­thered home,
We’ll tell the sto­ry how we’ve ov­er­come,
For we’ll un­der­stand it bet­ter by and by.

We are oft­en des­ti­tute
Of the things that life de­mands,
Want of food and want of shel­ter,
Thirsty hills and bar­ren lands;
We are trust­ing in the Lord,
And ac­cord­ing to God’s Word,
We will un­der­stand it bet­ter by and by.

Trials dark on ev­ery hand,
And we can­not un­der­stand
All the ways that God could lead us
To that bless­èd pro­mised land;
But He guides us with His eye,
And we’ll fol­low till we die,
For we’ll un­der­stand it bet­ter by and by.

Temptations, hid­den snares
Often take us un­awares,
And our hearts are made to bleed
For a thought­less word or deed;
And we won­der why the test
When we try to do our best,
But we’ll un­der­stand it bet­ter by and by.

—Charles Tindley

Sunday's Hymn: O Come, My Soul, Bless Thou the Lord Thy Maker

O come, my soul, bless thou the Lord thy mak­er,
And all with­in me bless His holy name;
Bless thou the Lord, for­get not all His mercies,
His par­don­ing grace and sav­ing love pro­claim.

Refrain

Bless Him for­ev­er, won­drous in might,
Bless Him, His ser­vants that in His will de­light.

Good is the Lord and full of kind com­pass­ion,
Most slow to an­ger, plen­te­ous in love;
Rich is His grace to all that hum­bly seek Him,
Boundless and end­less as the heav’ns above.

His love is like a fa­ther’s to his child­ren,
Tender and kind to all who fear His name;
For well He knows our weak­ness and our frail­ty,
He knows that we are dust, He knows our frame.

We fade and die like flow’rs that grow in beau­ty,
Like ten­der grass that soon will dis­ap­pear;
But ev­er­more the love of God is change­less,
Still shown to those who look to Him in fear.

High in the heav’ns His throne is fixed for­ev­er,
His king­dom rules o’er all from pole to pole;
Bless ye the Lord through all His wide do­min­ion,
Bless His most ho­ly name, O thou my soul.

—Trinity Psalter

Sunday Hymn: Christ Is Mine Forever More

Mine are days that God has numbered
I was made to walk with Him
Yet I look for worldly treasure
And forsake the King of kings

But mine is hope in my Redeemer
Though I fall, His love is sure
For Christ has paid for every failing
I am His forevermore

Mine are tears in times of sorrow
Darkness not yet understood
Through the valley I must travel
Where I see no earthly good

But mine is peace that flows from Heaven
And the strength in times of need
I know my pain will not be wasted
Christ completes his work in me

Mine are days here as a stranger
Pilgrim on a narrow way
One with Christ I will encounter
Harm and hatred for His name

But mine is armour for this battle
Strong enough to last the war
And He has said He will deliver
Safely to the golden shore

And mine are keys to Zion city
Where beside the King I walk
For there my heart has found its treasure
Christ is mine forevermore

Come rejoice now, O my soul
For His love is my reward
Fear is gone and hope is sure
Christ is mine forevermore

And mine are keys to Zion city
Where beside the King I walk
For there my heart has found its treasure
Christ is mine forevermore

—Rich Thompson / Jonny Robinson © Cityalight Music