Matthew 3

I’ll Praise my Maker

I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.

Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God; He made the sky
And earth and seas, with all their train;
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves the oppressed, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.

The Lord gives eyesight to the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;
He sends the lab’ring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the pris’ner sweet release.

I’ll praise Him while He lends me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.

Isaac Watts

Hushed was the Evening Hymn

Hushed was the evening hymn,
The temple courts were dark,
The lamp was burning dim
Before the sacred ark,
When suddenly a voice divine
Rang through the silence of the shrine.

The old man, meek and mild,
The priest of Israel, slept;
His watch the temple child,
The little Levite, kept;
And what from Eli’s sense was sealed
The Lord to Hannah’s son revealed.

O give me Samuels’s ear,
The open ear, O Lord,
Alive and quick to hear
Each whisper of Thy word;
Like him to answer at Thy call,
And to obey Thee first of all.

O give me Samuel’s heart,
A lowly heart that waits
Where in Thy house Thou art,
Or watches at Thy gates,
By day and night, a heart that still
Moves at the breathing of Thy will.

O give me Samuel’s mind,
A sweet unmurmuring faith,
Obedient and resigned
To Thee in life and death;
That I may read with child-like eyes
Truths that are hidden from the wise.

James Drummond Burns

Psalm 110

1.The Lord did say unto my Lord,
     sit thou at my right hand,
Until I make thy foes a stool,
     whereon thy feet may stand.

2.The Lord shall out of Sion send
    the rod of thy great pow’r:
In midst of all thine enemies
    be thou the governor.

3.A willing people in thy day
     of pow’r shall come to thee,
In holy beauties from morn’s womb;
     thy youth like dew shall be.

4.The Lord himself hath made an oath,
     and will repent him never,
Of th’order of Melchisedec
     thou art a priest for ever.

5.The glorious and mighty Lord,
     that sits at thy right hand,
Shall, in his day of wrath, strike through
     kings that do him withstand.

6.He shall among the heathen judge,
     he shall with bodies dead
The places fill: o’er many lands
     he shall wound ev’ry head.

7.The brook that runneth in the way
      with drink shall him supply;
And, for this cause, in triumph he
     shall lift his head on high.

King David

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton