Sunday Audio Service – Epiphany 2 – Morning Worship – 19/1/25
ALL HAIL THE POWER OF JESUS’ NAME!
Let angels prostrate fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from His altar call.
Extol Him in whose path ye trod,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.
O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at His feet may fall,
Join in the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all!
Edward Perronet.
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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 on 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 they 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
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FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies:
Father, unto Thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light:
Father, unto Thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above.
For all gentle thoughts and mild:
Father, unto Thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For each perfect gift of Thine
To our race so freely given,
Graces, human and divine,
Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven:
Father, unto Thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
Folliot S. Pierpoint.
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TAKE MY LIFE, AND LET IT BE
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will and make it Thine.
It shall be no longer mine:
Take my heart, it is Thine own.
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store:
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.
Frances Ridley Havergal.
