O Christ, Our Hope, Our Heart's Desire

O Christ, our hope, our heart’s desire,
Redemption’s only spring!
Creator of the world art thou,
Its Saviour and its King.

How vast the mercy and the love
Which laid our sins on thee,
And led thee to a cruel death,
To set thy people free.

But now the bands of death are burst,
The ransom has been paid;
And thou art on thy Father’s throne,
In glorious robes arrayed.

O Christ, be thou our lasting joy,
Our ever great reward!
Our only glory may it be
To glory in the Lord.

—Unknown

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

• The King Shall Come When Morning Comes at The Happy Wonderer
• Be Thou My Vision at The Upward Call
• The unknown ways of love at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 2, 2018 at The Thirsty Theologian

Sunday's Hymn: This Is My Father's World

This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears,
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world,
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world:
The battle is not done;
Jesus who died shall be satisfied,
And earth and heav’n be one.

 —Maltbie D. Babcock

Have I ever used a ukelele hymn? I don’t think so, but today I will.

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

• Faithful Shepherd, Feed Me at The Happy Wonderer
• Thy Mercy, My God at The Upward Call
• Trust brings rest at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 1, 2018 at The Thirsty Theologian

While With Ceaseless Course the Sun

While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here:
Fixed in an eternal state,
They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,
But how little none can know.

As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find,
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind,
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life’s rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.

Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view;
Bless thy Word to young and old;
Fill us with a Saviour’s love;
And when life’s short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

—John Newton

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

• Again the Rounded Year at The Happy Wonderer
• Let Us Love and Sing and Wonder at The Upward Call
• All things new at Tried With Fire
• Lord’s Day 53, 2017 at The Thirsty Theologian