Weekly Hymns

COME TO THE FEAST (Sunday 9am)
Oh, everyone that thirsts: come to the waters!
Here is an end to hunger: come to the feast!
And everyone who labours: come to the waters!
All you who have no money: come to the feast!
For this is the life, the waters of the Jordan:
for this is the life, the waters of your birth:
for this is the life, the waters that renew you:
O come to the Feast! O come to the Feast!

Oh, everyone who seeks, come to the waters!
Hear me and share the riches, come to the Feast!
And everyone who mourns, come to the waters!
Now is an end to sadness, come to the Feast!
For this is the life, the streams of joy and gladness:
for this is the life, the rains that bring you joy:
For this is the life, the waters that restore you.
O come to the Feast! O come to the Feast!
_{‍Text: Isiah 55, Marty Haugen. Tune: Marty Hagen. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.}

O GOD BEYOND ALL PRAISING (Sunday 9am)
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 honour and adore you,
our great and mighty Lord.

Then year, O gracious Saviour,
accept the love we bring,
that we who know your favour
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; Tune: THAXTED; Gustav Holst, 1874-1934. © 2007 Hope Publishing Co. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.}

COME, THOU FOUNT OF EVERY BLESSING (Sunday 9am)
Come Thou fount of ev’ry blessing,
tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above;
praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
mount of God’s unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer;
here by Thy help I've come;
and I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God:
He to rescue me from danger,
interposed His precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be;
let that grace now, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord I feel it -
prone to leave the God I love:
Here's my heart, oh take and seal it,
seal it for Thy courts above.
_{Text: Robert Robinson, 1735-1790; Music: NETTLETON, 8 7 8 7 D; John Wyeth’s Repository of Sacred Music, 1813. Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.}

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ALLELUIA! SING TO JESUS (Sunday 9am)
Alleluia! Sing to Jesus! His the sceptre, His the throne;
Alleluia! His the triumph, His the victory alone.
Hark! The songs of peaceful Sion thunder like a mighty flood:
‘Jesus, out of every nation, has redeemed us by his blood.’

Alleluia! Not as orphans are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us; faith believes, nor questions how.
Though the cloud from sight received Him when the forty days were o'er,
shall our hearts forget his promise, ‘I am with you ever more’?

Alleluia! Bread of angels, and on earth our food, our stay;
Alleluia! Here the sinful come to You from day to day.
Intercessor, friend of sinners, earth’s redeemer, plead for me,
where the songs of all the sinless sweep across the crystal sea.
_{Music: HYFRYDOL Rowlan Hugh Pritchard (1811-1887). Text: William Chatterton Dix (1837-1898). Reprinted under One License #A640714. All rights reserved.}

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