Sunday's Hymn: Rejoice, the Lord Is King

Rejoice, the Lord is king!
Your Lord and king adore;
Mortals 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 had 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!

He sits at God’s right hand
Till all His foes sub­mit,
And bow to His com­mand,
And fall be­neath His feet:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say, re­joice!

He all His foes shall quell,
Shall all our sins de­stroy,
And ev­ery bos­om swell
With pure se­ra­phic joy;
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice,
Rejoice, again I say, re­joice!

Rejoice in glo­ri­ous hope!
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take His serv­ants up
To their eter­nal home.
We soon shall hear th’arch­an­gel’s voice;
The trump of God shall sound, re­joice!

—Charles Wesley

Sunday Hymn: Alleluia! Sing to Jesus

Alleluia! sing to Je­sus!
His the scep­ter, His the throne.
Alleluia! His the tri­umph,
His the vic­to­ry alone.
Hark! the songs of peace­ful Zi­on
Thunder like a migh­ty flood.
Jesus out of ev­ery na­tion
Has re­deemed us by His blood.

Alleluia! not as or­phans
Are we left in sor­row now;
Alleluia! He is near us,
Faith be­lieves, nor quest­ions how;
Though the cloud from sight re­ceived Him
When the for­ty days were o’er
Shall our hearts for­get His pro­mise,
I am with you ev­er­more?

Alleluia! bread of an­gels,
Thou on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia! here the sin­ful
Flee to Thee from day to day:
Intercessor, friend of sin­ners,
Earth’s Re­deem­er, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sin­less
Sweep across the crys­tal sea.

Alleluia! King eter­nal,
Thee the Lord of lords we own;
Alleluia! born of Ma­ry,
Earth Thy foot­stool, Heav’n Thy throne:
Thou with­in the veil hast en­tered,
Robed in flesh our great high priest;
Thou on earth both priest and vic­tim
In the Eu­cha­ris­tic feast.

—William C. Dix

Sunday Hymn: Christ Whose Glory Fills the Skies

Christ, whose glo­ry fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the on­ly Light,
Sun of Right­eous­ness, arise,
Triumph o’er the shades of night;
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart ap­pear.

Dark and cheer­less is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day’s re­turn
Till Thy mer­cy’s beams I see;
Till they in­ward light im­part,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.

Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Ra­di­an­cy di­vine,
Scatter all my un­be­lief;
More and more Thy­self dis­play,
Shining to the per­fect day.

—Charles Wesley