ALL CREATURES OF OUR GOD AND KING,
Lift up your voice and with us sing:
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
Thou silver moon with softer gleam:
O praise Him, O praise Him,
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah!
Thou rushing wind that art so strong,
Ye clouds that sail in heaven along,
O praise Him, hallelujah!
Thou rising morn, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice:

Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
Make music for thy Lord to hear,
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
Thou fire so masterful and bright,
That givest man both warmth and light:

Let all things their Creator bless,
And worship Him in humbleness,
O praise Him, hallelujah!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
And praise the Spirit, Three-in-One:
      St. Francis of Assisi.
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FROM HEAVEN YOU CAME, Helpless babe,
Entered our world, your glory veiled;
Not to be served but to serve,
And give Your life That we might live.

This is our God, The Servant King,
He calls us now to follow Him,
To bring our lives as a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King.

There in the garden of tears,
My heavy load He chose to bear;
His heart with sorrow was torn,
‘Yet not My will But Yours,’ he said.

Come, see His Hands and His feet,
The scars that speak of sacrifice.
Hands that flung stars into space
To cruel nails surrendered.

So let us learn How to serve,
And in our lives enthrone Him;
Each other’s needs to prefer,
For it is Christ we’re serving.
      Graham Kendrick.
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ROCK OF AGES, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law’s demands.
Could my zeal no respite know?
Could my tears forever flow?
All for sin could not atone:
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling.
Naked, come to Thee for dress.
Helpless, look to Thee for grace.
Foul, I to the fountain fly:
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgement throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
     Augustus Montague Toplady.
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FORTH IN THY NAME, O LORD, I GO,
My daily labour to pursue,
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know
In all I think, or speak, or do.

The task Thy wisdom hath assigned
O let me cheerfully fulfil.
In all my works Thy presence find,
And prove Thy acceptable will.

Thee, may I set at my right hand,
Whose eyes my inmost substance see.
And labour on at Thy command,
And offer all my works to Thee.

Give me to bear Thy easy yoke,
And every moment watch and pray,
And still to things eternal look,
And hasten to Thy glorious day.

For Thee delightfully employ
Whate’er Thy bounteous grace hath given,
And run my course with even joy,
And closely walk with Thee to heaven.
      Charles Wesley (1707-88)
Contributors:   Revd Graham Summers, Deborah Yeates, Sylvia Bentham, Alison Bright
Production:   David Carter