Sunday Hymn: All People That on Earth Do Dwell

All peo­ple that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheer­ful voice.
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell;
Come ye be­fore Him and re­joice.

The Lord, ye know, is God in­deed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

O en­ter then His gates with praise;
Approach with joy His courts un­to;
Praise, laud, and bless His name al­ways,
For it is seem­ly so to do.

For why? the Lord our God is good;
His mer­cy is for ev­er sure;
His truth at all times firm­ly stood,
And shall from age to age en­dure.

To Fa­ther, Son and Ho­ly Ghost,
The God whom Heav­en and earth ad­ore,
From men and from the an­gel host
Be praise and glo­ry ev­er­more.

—Willi­am Kethe, 16th century

Sunday Hymn: Christ Is Made the Sure Foundation

Christ is made the sure foun­da­tion,
Christ the head and cor­ner­stone;
Chosen of the Lord, and pre­cious,
Binding all the Church in one,
Holy Zi­on’s help for­ev­er,
And her con­fi­dence alone.

All that de­di­cat­ed ci­ty,
Dearly loved of God on high,
In ex­ult­ant ju­bi­la­tion,
Pours per­pe­tu­al me­lo­dy,
God the One in Three ador­ing
In glad hymns eter­na­lly.

To this tem­ple, where we call Thee,
Come, O Lord of Hosts, to­day;
With Thy wont­ed lov­ing­kind­ness
Hear Thy serv­ants as they pray.
And Thy full­est be­ne­dict­ion
Shed with­in its walls al­way.

Here vouch­safe to all Thy se­rvants
What they ask of Thee to gain;
What they gain from Thee for­ev­er
With the bless­èd to re­tain,
And here­af­ter in Thy glo­ry
Evermore with Thee to reign.

Laud and hon­or to the Fa­ther,
Laud and hon­or to the Son,
Laud and hon­or to the Spir­it,
Ever Three and ev­er One;
Consubstantial, co-eter­nal,
While un­end­ing ag­es run.

—Unknown author, 7th century

Sunday Hymn: The Day of Resurrection

The day of re­sur­rect­ion!
Earth, tell it out abroad;
The Pass­ov­er of glad­ness,
The Pass­ov­er of God.
From death to life eter­nal,
From earth un­to the sky,
Our Christ hath brought us ov­er,
With hymns of vic­to­ry.

Our hearts be pure from ev­il,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eter­nal
Of re­sur­rect­ion light;
And list­en­ing to His ac­cents,
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own All hail! and, hear­ing,
May raise the vic­tor strain.

Now let the heav’ns be joy­ful!
Let earth the song be­gin!
Let all the world keep tri­umph,
And ev­ery­thing there­in!
Let all things seen and un­seen
Their notes in glad­ness blend,
For Christ the Lord hath ris­en,
Our joy that hath no end.

—John of Damascus