Sunday's Hymn: All Praise to Thee, Eternal Lord

All praise to Thee, eternal Lord,
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood;
Choosing a manger for Thy throne,
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone.

Once did the skies before Thee bow;
A virgin’s arms contain Thee now,
While angels, who in Thee rejoice,
Now listen for Thine infant voice.

A little child, Thou art our guest,
That weary ones in Thee may rest;
Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth;
That we may rise to Heaven from earth.

Thou comest in the darksome night
To make us children of the light;
To make us, in the realms divine,
Like Thine own angels round Thee shine.

All this for us Thy love hath done;
By this to Thee our love is won;
For this we tune our cheerful lays,
And sing our thanks in ceaseless praise.

—Martin Luther

I couldn’t find a video of this in the more traditional tune, but here it is sung to a new one.

Other hymns, worship songs, sermons etc. posted today:

• O Holy Night at Gospel Grace
• Across the Lands at By Grace Alone
• People, Look East at The Happy Wonderer
• The Gift of Gifts at Theology for Girls
• Jacob’s Star at The Upward Call
• Why Christ Came -To Reveal God’s Love for Sinners at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 50, 2013 at The Thirsty Theologian
• Your Weekly Dose of Spurgeon at Pyromaniacs: “The eternal Name”

Have you posted a hymn (or sermon, sermon notes, prayer, etc.) today and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by contacting me using the contact form linked above, and I’ll add your post to the list.

Linked Together: Notes of Interest

The First
“One day last March, Bridget Flynn, a school librarian who lives in Philadelphia, was searching for an old family drawing to print on the invitations to her daughter Rebecca’s bridal shower. As she and Rebecca rummaged through the several generations of family artifacts—letters, photographs, an envelope of hair cuttings—she keeps in plastic bins in her basement, they found a stack of small envelopes tied together with a black shoelace.

“ ‘Oh, honey, these are love letters,’ Flynn said.”

But they weren’t love letters. They were ransom notes. Read the whole story—or as much as can be pieced together—of the first ransom notes sent in America (Past Imperfect). 

From 3 of 5
“If this letter changes the course of events for these newborns, then perhaps our lives will have served a higher purpose.”—From a warning letter the three surviving Dionne quintuplets sent to the parents of the McCaughey septuplets (Letters of Note).

Harmless Baby

I’ve posted a poem by Christina Rossetti at Out of the Ordinary.