Sunday Hymn: Fill Thou My Life

Fill Thou my life, O Lord my God,
In ev­ery part with praise,
That my whole be­ing may pro­claim
Thy be­ing and Thy ways.
Not for the lip of praise alone,
Nor e’en the prais­ing heart
I ask, but for a life made up
Of praise in ev­ery part!

Praise in the com­mon words I speak,
Life’s com­mon looks and tones,
In fel­low­ship in hearth and board
With my be­lov­èd ones;
Not in the tem­ple crowd alone
Where ho­ly voic­es chime,
But in the si­lent paths of earth,
The qui­et rooms of time.

Fill ev­ery part of me with praise;
Let all my be­ing speak
Of Thee and of Thy love, O Lord,
Poor though I be, and weak.
So shalt Thou, Lord, from me, e’en me,
Receive the glo­ry due;
And so shall I be­gin on earth
The song for­ev­er new.

So shall each fear, each fret, each care
Be turned in­to a song,
And ev­ery wind­ing of the way
The echo shall pro­long;
So shall no part of day or night
From sac­red­ness be free;
But all my life, in ev­ery step
Be fel­low­ship with Thee.

—Horatius Bonar

Sunday Hymn: Glory Be to God the Father

Glory be to God the Fa­ther,
Glory be to God the Son,
Glory be to God the Spir­it,
Great Je­ho­vah, Three in One!
Glory, glo­ry, glo­ry, glo­ry,
While eter­nal ag­es run!

Glory be to Him who loved us,
Washed us from each spot and stain!
Glory be to Him who bought us,
Made us kings with Him to reign!
Glory, glo­ry, glo­ry, glo­ry,
To the Lamb that once was slain!

Glory to the King of an­gels,
Glory to the Church’s king,
Glory to the King of na­tions!
Heav’n and earth, your prais­es bring;
Glory, glo­ry, glo­ry, glo­ry,
To the King of glo­ry bring!

Glory, bless­ing, praise eter­nal!
Thus the choir of an­gels sings;
Honor, rich­es, pow­er, do­min­ion!
Thus its praise cre­ation brings;
Glory, glo­ry, glo­ry, glo­ry,
Glory to the King of kings!

—Horatius Bonar

Sunday Hymn: Rejoice the Lord Is King

Rejoice, the Lord is King:
Your Lord and King adore!
Rejoice, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Jesus, the Savior, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He has purged our stains,
He took his seat above;
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o’er earth and heav’n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus giv’n:
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

Rejoice in glorious hope!
Our Lord and judge shall come
And take His servants up
To their eternal home:
Lift up your heart,
Lift up your voice!
Rejoice, again I say, rejoice!

—Charles Wesley