Sunday Hymn: Fill Thou My Life

Fill Thou my life, O Lord my God,
In ev­ery part with praise,
That my whole be­ing may pro­claim
Thy be­ing and Thy ways.
Not for the lip of praise alone,
Nor e’en the prais­ing heart
I ask, but for a life made up
Of praise in ev­ery part!

Praise in the com­mon words I speak,
Life’s com­mon looks and tones,
In fel­low­ship in hearth and board
With my be­lov­èd ones;
Not in the tem­ple crowd alone
Where ho­ly voic­es chime,
But in the si­lent paths of earth,
The qui­et rooms of time.

Fill ev­ery part of me with praise;
Let all my be­ing speak
Of Thee and of Thy love, O Lord,
Poor though I be, and weak.
So shalt Thou, Lord, from me, e’en me,
Receive the glo­ry due;
And so shall I be­gin on earth
The song for­ev­er new.

So shall each fear, each fret, each care
Be turned in­to a song,
And ev­ery wind­ing of the way
The echo shall pro­long;
So shall no part of day or night
From sac­red­ness be free;
But all my life, in ev­ery step
Be fel­low­ship with Thee.

—Horatius Bonar