Hymn of the Week for 10/18/20-O God Beyond All Praising

O God beyond All Praising 

1      O God beyond all praising, we worship you today 

        and sing the love amazing that songs cannot repay; 

        for we can only wonder at ev'ry gift you send, 

        at blessings without number and mercies without end: 

        we lift our hearts before you and wait upon your word, 

        we honor and adore you, our great and mighty Lord. 

2      The flow'r of earthly splendor in time must surely die, 

its fragile bloom surrender to you, the Lord most high; 

but hidden from all nature the eternal seed is sown— 

though small in mortal stature, to heaven's garden grown: 

for Christ, your gift from heaven, from death has set us free, 

and we through him are given the final victory. 

3      Then hear, O gracious Savior, accept the love we bring, 

        that we who know your favor may serve you as our King; 

        and whether our tomorrows be filled with good or ill, 

        we'll triumph through our sorrows and rise to bless you still: 

        to marvel at your beauty and glory in your ways, 

        and make a joyful duty our sacrifice of praise. 

Text: Michael Perry, 1942-1996 

Text © 1982, 1987 Jubilate Hymns, admin. Hope Publishing Company, Carol Stream, IL 60188. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Tune: THAXTED

O Day of Rest and Gladness 

1      O day of rest and gladness, 

        O day of joy and light, 

        O balm for care and sadness, 

        most beautiful, most bright: 

        on you the high and lowly, 

        through ages joined in tune, 

        sing, “Holy, holy, holy,” 

        to the great God triune. 

2      On you, at earth's creation, 

        the light first had its birth; 

        on you, for our salvation, 

        Christ rose from depths of earth; 

        on you, our Lord victorious 

        the Spirit sent from heav'n; 

        and thus on you, most glorious, 

        a threefold light was giv'n. 

3      Today on weary nations 

        the heav'nly manna falls; 

        to holy convocations 

        the silver trumpet calls, 

        where gospel light is glowing 

        with pure and radiant beams 

        and living water flowing 

        with soul-refreshing streams. 

4      New graces ever gaining 

        from this our day of rest, 

        we reach the rest remaining 

        to spirits of the blest. 

        We sing to you our praises, 

        O Father, Spirit, Son; 

        the church its voice upraises 

        to you, blest Three in One. 

Text: Christopher Wordsworth, 1807-1885, alt.

Tune: ELLACOMBE

1      If you but trust in God to guide you 

        with gentle hand through all your ways, 

        you'll find that God is there beside you 

        when crosses come, in trying days. 

        Trust then in God's unchanging love; 

        build on the rock that will not move. 

2      What gain is there in anxious weeping, 

        in helpless anger and distress? 

        If you are in your Savior's keeping, 

        in sorrow will he love you less? 

        For Christ who took for you a cross 

        will bring you safe through ev'ry loss. 

3      The Lord our restless hearts is holding, 

        in peace and quietness content. 

        We rest in God's good will unfolding, 

        what wisdom from on high has sent. 

        God, who has chosen us by grace, 

        knows very well the fears we face. 

4      Sing, pray, and keep God's ways unswerving, 

        offer your service faithfully. 

        Trust heaven's word; though undeserving, 

        you'll find this promise true to be. 

        This is our confidence indeed: 

        God never fails in time of need. 

Text: Georg Neumark, 1621-1681; tr. composite 

TUNE: WER NUR DEN LIEBEN GOTT

Text © 1978, 2006 Augsburg Fortress.

O Master, Let Me Walk with You 

1      O Master, let me walk with you 

        in lowly paths of service true; 

        tell me your secret; help me bear 

        the strain of toil, the fret of care. 

2      Help me the slow of heart to move 

        by some clear, winning word of love; 

        teach me the wayward feet to stay, 

        and guide them in the homeward way. 

3      Teach me your patience; share with me 

        a closer, dearer company, 

        in work that keeps faith sweet and strong, 

        in trust that triumphs over wrong, 

4      In hope that sends a shining ray 

        far down the future's broad'ning way, 

        in peace that only you can give; 

        with you, O Master, let me live. 

Text: Washington Gladden, 1836-1918, alt.

Tune: MARYTON