Sunday's Hymn: We Give Thee But Thine Own

We give thee but thine own,
Whate’er the gift may be:
All that we have is thine alone,
A trust, O Lord, from thee.

May we thy bounties thus
As stewards true receive,
And gladly, as thou blessest us,
To thee our firstfruits give.

O hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,
And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled
Are straying from the fold.

And we believe thy Word,
Though dim our faith may be,
Whate’er for thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto thee.

 —William How

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

• My Only Hope at The Upward Call
• Thy Mercy, My God at Tried With Fire
• Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven at The Happy Wonderer
• The Joy of a Redeemed Sinner at The Outspoken Tulip
• Lord’s Day 46, 2018 at The Thirsty Theologian

Sunday's Hymn: According to Thy Gracious Word

According to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.

Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heav’n shall be;
Thy testamental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.

Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my Sacrifice,
And not remember thee?

Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me:
When thou shalt in thy Kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.

—James Montgomery

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

• God Be Merciful to Me at The Upward Call
• On Jordan’s Stormy Banks at Tried With Fire
• O Bless the Lord, My Soul at The Happy Wonderer
• Visions of the Kingdom at The Outspoken Tulip
• Lord’s Day 45, 2018 at The Thirsty Theologian

Sunday's 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 oh high, be near;
Daystar, 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 thy 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

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

• Upon a life I did not live at Tried With Fire
• Praise to the Lord, the Almighty at The Happy Wonderer
• Looking At The Cross Costs Something at The Outspoken Tulip
• Lord’s Day 44, 2018 at The Thirsty Theologian