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Psalm 34:1-10

Hymnal: The Book of Psalms for Singing #34C (1998) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: In every time I'll always bless the LORD Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Author: John Byrom, 1692-1763 Hymnal: African Methodist Episcopal Church Hymnal #117 (2011) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Christians, awake! salute the happy morn Lyrics: 1 Christians, awake! salute the happy morn, Whereon the Savior of the world was born; Rise to adore the mystery of love, Which hosts of angels chanted from above; With them the joyful tidings first begun Of God Incarnate and the Virgin’s Son. 2 Then to the watchful shepherds it was told, Who heard the angelic herald’s voice, "Behold, I bring good tidings of a Savior’s birth To you and all the nations upon earth: This day hath God fulfilled His promised word, This day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord." 3 He spake, and straightaway the celestial choir In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire; The praises of redeeming love they sang, And heaven’s whole orb with alleluias rang; God’s highest glory was their anthem still, Peace upon earth, and unto men good will. 4 Then may we hope, the angelic hosts among, To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song; He that was born upon this joyful day Around us all His glory shall display; Saved by His love, incessant we shall sing Eternal praise to heaven’s Almighty King. Amen. Topics: Jesus Christ Advent and Nativity; Adoration; Jesus Advent and Nativity; Morning Scripture: Luke 2:11 Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Eternal Ruler, of the ceaseless round

Author: John White Chadwick, 1840-1904 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #154 (2000) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round Lyrics: 1 Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round of circling planets singing on their way; guide of the nations from the night profound into the glory of the perfect day; rule in our hearts, that we may ever be guided and strengthened and upheld by thee. 2 We are of thee, the children of thy love, by virtue of thy well-belovèd Son; descend, O Holy Spirit, like a dove, into our hearts, that we may be as one: as one with thee, to whom we ever tend; as one with him, our Brother and our Friend. 3 We would be one in hatred of all wrong, one in our love of all things sweet and fair, one with the joy that breaketh into song, one with the grief that trembles into prayer, one in the pow'r that makes thy children free to follow truth, and thus to follow thee. 4 O clothe us with thy heav'nly armour, Lord, thy trusty shield, thy sword of love divine; our inspiration be thy constant word; we ask no victories that are not thine: give or withhold, let pain or pleasure be; enough to know that we are serving thee. Topics: Christian unity; Grace and Providence; Pentecost; The Serving Community; Year A Baptism of Christ; Year A Epiphany 2; Year B Lent 1; Year B Proper 10; Year C Baptism of Christ; Years A, B, and C Christmas 2 Scripture: Ephesians 1:5 Languages: English Tune Title: SONG 1

Pray for the church afflicted and oppressed

Author: Fred Pratt Green (1903-2000) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #565 (2013) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Topics: Maundy Thursday; Church nature of; Church Universal; Church Year Maundy Thursday; Courage; Justice and Peace; Kingdom of God; Proper 10 Year B; Suffering Scripture: Matthew 5:10 Languages: English Tune Title: UNDE ET MEMORES

The God of Glory Sends His Summons Forth

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1886 Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1. The God of glory sends His summons forth, To nations south and then awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock His long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! 2. Behold, the Judge descends, His guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend Him down the sky: Heav’n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear My justice, and the sinner’s doom: But gather first My saints, the Judge commands, “Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3. “Behold, My covenant stands for ever good, Sealed by th’eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new. There’s no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for Heav’n rejoices. 4. Here, saith the Lord, ye angels, spread their thrones, And near me seat My favorites and My sons: Come, My redeemed, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; ’tis your divine reward. When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, He comes for your salvation. 5. “I am the Savior, I th’Almighty God, I am their Judge: ye heav’ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: When God appears, all nature shall adore Him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before Him. 6. Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, Now feel My wrath, nor call My threat’nings vain; Thou hypocrite, once dressed in saints’ attire, I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 7. Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flame of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were Mine before. Earth is the Lord’s, all nature shall adore Him; While sinners, tremble, saints rejoice before Him; 8. If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks’ blood? Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. All is the Lord’s, He rules the wide creation; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. 9. Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are My eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when His vengeance rises. 10. Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with My grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 11. In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. While the false flatterer at My altar waits, His hardened soul divine instruction hates. God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when His vengeance rises. 12. Silent I waited with long-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?; See, God appears; all nature joins t’adore Him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before Him. 13. Behold My terrors now: My thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; Now like a lion shall My vengeance tear Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near. Judgment concludes; hell trembles; Heav’n rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 14. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend; Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, He comes for your salvation. Languages: English Tune Title: YORKSHIRE

Psalm 115

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.252 (1806) Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 First Line: Not to our names, thou only just and true Lyrics: Not to our names, thou only just and true, Not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice, claim Immortal honors to thy sovereign name: Shine through the earth from heav'n, thy blest abode Nor let the heathens say, "And where's your God?" Heav'n is thine higher court, there stands thy throne, And through the lower worlds thy will is done; Our God framed all this earth, these heav'ns he spread; But fools adore the gods their hands have made: The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold Their silver saviors, and their saints of gold. [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears; The molten image neither sees nor hears; Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move, They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love; Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints To their deaf idols and their moveless saints. The rich have statues well adorned with gold; The poor, content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopped from a tree, or broken from a rock; People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] Be heav'n and earth amazed! 'Tis hard to say Which is more stupid, or their gods or they: O Isr'el, trust the Lord; he hears and sees, He knows thy sorrows and restores thy peace; His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thy heav'nly shield. O Britain, trust the Lord: thy foes in vain Attempt thy ruin, and oppose his reign; Had they prevailed, darkness had closed our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise: But we are saved, and live; let songs arise, And Britain bless the God that built the skies. Topics: God our defence and salvation; Idolatry reproved; November the 5th; Psalm for the 5th of November Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English