Sunday Hymn: Yet Not I But Through Christ in Me

What gift of grace is Jesus my redeemer
There is no more for heaven now to give
He is my joy, my righteousness, and freedom
My steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace

To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus
For my life is wholly bound to His
Oh how strange and divine, I can sing, “All is mine”
Yet not I, but through Christ in me

The night is dark but I am not forsaken
For by my side, the Saviour He will stay
I labour on in weakness and rejoicing
For in my need, His power is displayed

To this I hold, my Shepherd will defend me
Through the deepest valley He will lead
Oh the night has been won, and I shall overcome
Yet not I, but through Christ in me

No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven
The future sure, the price it has been paid
For Jesus bled and suffered for my pardon
And He was raised to overthrow the grave

To this I hold, my sin has been defeated
Jesus now and ever is my plea
Oh the chains are released, I can sing, “I am free”
Yet not I, but through Christ in me

With every breath I long to follow Jesus

 For He has said that He will bring me home
And day by day I know He will renew me
Until I stand with joy before the throne

To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus

 All the glory evermore to Him
When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat
Yet not I, but through Christ in me

To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus
All the glory evermore to Him
When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat
Yet not I, but through Christ in me

When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat
Yet not I, but through Christ in me
Yet not I, but through Christ in me
Yet not I, but through Christ in me

 —Michael Farren / Rich Thompson / Jonny Robinson © 2018 CityAlight Music, Farren Love and War Publishing, Integrity’s Alleluia! Music

Sunday Hymn: We Praise Thee O God, Our Redeemer

We praise Thee, O God, our Re­deem­er, cre­at­or,
In grate­ful de­vo­tion our trib­ute we bring;
We lay it be­fore Thee, we kneel and adore Thee,
We bless Thy ho­ly name, glad prais­es we sing.

We wor­ship Thee, God of our fa­thers, we bless Thee;
Through life’s storm and tem­pest our guide have Thou been;
When per­ils ov­er­take us, es­cape Thou will make us,
And with Thy help, O Lord, our bat­tles we win.

With voic­es unit­ed our prais­es we of­fer,
To Thee, great Je­ho­vah, glad an­thems we raise.
Thy strong arm will guide us, our God is be­side us,
To Thee, our great Re­deem­er, for­ev­er be praise.

—Julia B. Cory

Sunday's Hymn: All Creatures of Our God and King

All creatures of our God and King,
lift up your voice and with us sing,
“Alleluia! Alleluia!”
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
thou silver moon with softer gleam,
O praise Him, O praise Him!
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! 

Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
ye clouds that sail in heav’n along,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising morn, in praise rejoice,
ye lights of ev’ning, find a voice,
O praise Him, O praise Him!
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! 

And all ye men of tender heart,
forgiving others, take your part,
O sing ye! Alleluia!
Ye who long pain and sorrow bear,
praise God and on Him cast your care;
O praise Him, O praise Him!
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! 

Let all things their Creator bless,
and worship Him in humbleness;
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
and praise the Spirit, Three in One;
O praise Him, O praise Him!
alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

—St. Francis of Assisi