Hymn of the Week for 9/22/19- Let Streams Of Living Justice
Let streams of living justice flow down upon the earth;
Give freedom's light to captives, let all the poor have worth.
The hungry's hands are pleading, the workers claim their rights,
The mourners long for laughter, the blinded seek for sight.
Make liberty a beacon, strike down the iron pow'r;
Abolish ancient vengeance: proclaim your people's hour.
For healing of the nations, for peace that will not end,
For love that makes us lovers, God grant us grace to mend.
Weave our varied gifts together; knit our lives as they are spun;
On your loom of time enroll us till our thread of life is run.
O great weaver of our fabric, bind church and world in one;
Dye our texture with your radiance; light our colors with your sun.
Your city's built to music; we are the stones you seek;
Your harmony is language; we are the words you speak.
Our faith we find in service, our hope in others' dreams,
Our love in hand of neighbor; our homeland brightly gleams.
Inscribe our hearts with justice; your way-the path untried;
Your truth-the heart of stranger; your life-the Crucified.
Text: William Whitla (Copyright 1989 William Whitla)
Immortal, invisible, God only wise, in light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise!
Un-resting, un-hasting, and silent as light, nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.
To all, life thou givest, to both great and small; in all life thou livest, the true life of all:
We blossom and flourish like leaves on the tree, and wither and perish, but naught changeth thee.
Thou reignest in glory; thou dwellest in light; thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;
All laud we would render; oh help us to see 'tis only the splendor of light hideth thee!
Text: Walt Chalmers Smith
Tune: ST. DENIO
Lord of all nations, grant me grace to love all people, ev'ry race;
And in each person may I see my kindred, loved, redeemed by thee.
Break down the wall that would divide thy children, Lord, on ev'ry side.
My neighbor's good let me pursue; let Christian love bind warm and true.
Forgive me, Lord, where I have erred by loveless act and thoughtless word.
Make me to see the wrong I do will crucify my Lord anew.
Give me thy courage, Lord, to speak whenever strong oppress the weak.
Should I myself the victim be, help me forgive, rememb'ring thee.
With thine own love may I be filled and by thy Holy Spirit willed,
That all I touch, where'er I be, may be divinely touched by thee.
Text: Olive Wise Spannaus (Copyright 1969 Concordia Publishing House)
Tune: BEATUS VIR
Let us go now to the banquet, to the feast of the universe.
The table's set and a place is waiting; come, ev'ryone, with your gifts to share. (2x)
I will rise in the early morning; the community's waiting for me.
With a spring in my step I'm walking with my friends and my family. (To Refrain)
God invites all the poor and hungry to the banquet of justice and good
Where the harvest will not be hoarded so that no one will lack for food. (To Refrain)
May we build such a place among us where all people are equal in love.
God has called us to work together and to share ev'ry thing we have. (To Refrain)
Text: Guillermo Cuellar (translated Bret Hesla)
Tune: Guillermo Cuellar
Text and Music Copyright 1988, 1996 GIA Publications, Inc.