Sunday's Hymn: Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me

Rock of Ages, cleft for me
Let me hide myself in thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and pow’r.

Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace;
Foul, I to the Fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.

—Augustus M. Toplady

Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

• Almighty Father of Mankind at The Happy Wonderer
• Holy Sonnet 14 at The Upward Call
• He Shall See His Seed at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 3, 2019 at The Thirsty Theologian

Sunday's Hymn: Come Thou Fount of Ev'ry Blessing

Come, thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise,
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God:
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

—Robert Robinson

Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

• I Sought the Lord and Afterward I Knew at The Happy Wonderer
• Holy Sonnet 10 at The Upward Call
• I will in no wise cast out at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 2, 2019 at The Thirsty Theologian

Sunday's Hymn: Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Languid?

Art thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distress’d?
“Come to me,” saith One, “and, coming,
Be at rest.”

Hath he marks to lead me to him,
If he be my Guide?
“In his feet and hands are wound-prints,
And his side.”

Is there diadem, as Monarch,
That his brow adorns?
“Yea, a crown, in very surety,
But of thorns.”

If I find him, if I follow,
What his guerdon here?
“Many a sorrow, many a labor,
Many a tear.”

If I still hold closely to him,
What hath he at last?
“Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,
Jordan passed.”

If I ask him to receive me,
Will he say me nay?
“Not till earth and not till heaven
Pass away.”

Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
Is he sure to bless?
“Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs
Answer, ‘Yes.’”

—Stephen of Mar Sabas, translated by John M. Neal

Other hymns, worship songs, or quotes for this Sunday:

• Let Him to Whom We Now Belong at The Happy Wonderer
• Holy Sonnet 1 at The Upward Call
• I Will Help Thee at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 1, 2019 at The Thirsty Theologian