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for the beauty

For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies,
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

2. For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flow’r,
Sun and moon, and stars of light,
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

3. For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild,
Lord of all, to thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

Text: Folliott S. Pierpoint, 1835–1917
Photo by Cheryl Cook

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Crown Him With Many Crowns

Crown Him With Many Crowns

Crown Him with many crowns,
the Lamb upon His throne,
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
of Him who died for thee,
and hail Him as thy matchless King
through all eternity.

Crown Him the Lord of life,
who triumphed o’er the grave,
and rose victorious in the strife
for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing,
who died, and rose on high,
who died, eternal life to bring,
and lives that death may die.

Crown Him the Lord of peace,
whose power a scepter sways
from pole to pole, that wars may cease,
and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end,
and round His pierced feet
fair flowers of paradise extend
their fragrance ever sweet.

Crown Him the Lord of love;
behold His hands and side,
those wounds, yet visible above,
in beauty glorified.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
throughout eternity.

Lyrics: Matthew Bridges and Godfrey Thring
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Diane Domigan

In His Time

In His Time

In His time, in His time,
He makes all things beautiful in His time.
Lord, please show me every day,
As You’re teaching me Your way,
That You do just what You say, in Your time.

In Your time, in Your time,
You make all things beautiful in Your time.
Lord, my life to You I bring.
May each song I have to sing
Be to You a lovely thing, in Your time.

by Diane Ball
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Marge McCoy

Come to the Table

Come to the Table

Come to the table of mercy
Prepared with the
Wine and the bread
All who are hungry and thirsty
Come and your souls
Will be fed
Come at the Lord’s invitation
Receive from His
Nail-scarred hand
Eat of the bread of salvation
Drink of the blood of the Lamb

Repeat

Claire Cloninger & Martin J, Nystrom
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Bob McCoy

The Fruit of the Spirit

The Fruit of the Spirit

The fruit of the Spirit is love for our sharing,
It’s joy in the gospel that we have from you.
It’s peace that we live out with courage and daring;
It’s patience, for we know that we have sinned, too.
It’s kindness in all things and generous giving;
Its faithfulness seeking to follow your way.
It’s gentleness, Lord, and it’s self-controlled living;
Now make us more fruitful in these things, we pray.

Biblical Reference: Galatians 5:22-23
Tune: Traditional Welsh melody (“Let All Things Now Living”)
Text: Copyright © 2006 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved.
Email: bcgillette@comcast.net New Hymns: http://www.carolynshymns.com/
Used with the Permission of Carolyn W. Gillette

** For permission to use the hymn and/ or to get a copy of the hymn formatted for worship bulletin use please contact (bcgillette@comcast.net)

Photo: Marge McCoy

Hymn for Labor Day

Hymn for Labor Day

All our work and all our being
come from you, most gracious Lord.
Ev’ry task which lies before us
is Creator’s will outpoured.
Help us as we build your kingdom
know we labor not in vain;
give us sure and deep conviction
for the tasks that you ordain.

Some may nurture those who hunger,
tend and heal the broken heart;
set our flagging spirits dancing,
spark our vision through their art.
Others teach and offer counsel,
bear life’s burdens, ease its care;
strive for justice, peace, and freedom
for all people ev’rywhere.

Let us labor in the knowledge
that no task can be too small;
that the God who stretched the heavens
no less shaped the least of all.
Give us strength, Lord, to accomplish
what you set our hands to do,
that by serving those around us,
we return the gift to you.

Composer:Thurlow Weed (2013)
Lyricist:Michael Morgan
Edition notes: This hymn may be freely copied and shared.
Photo: Marge McCoy

My Country ‘Tis of Thee

My Country ‘Tis of Thee

My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From ev’ry mountainside
Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills.
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our fathers’ God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light.
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!

Text: Samuel F. Smith, 1808-1895
Music: From Thesaurus Musicus, London, 1744
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Bob McCoy