
In pursuit of thoughtful worship, I have written settings for a few other texts, some familiar, some found, and some traditional liturgical snippets. Or, in the case of My Lord of Light, I wrote a refrain for an existing hymn.
- My Lord of Light
My Lord of light who made the worlds
In wisdom You have spoken
But those who heard Your wise commands
Your holy law have broken
My Lord of love who knew no sin
A sinner's death enduring
For us You wore a crown of thorns
A crown of life securing
+Hallelujah to the Father!
Hallelujah to the Son!
Hallelujah to the Spirit!
You are the Three in One.
My Lord of life who came in fire
When Christ was high ascended
Your burning love is now released
Our days of fear are ended
My Lord of lords one Trinity
To Your pure name be given
All glory now and evermore
All praise in earth and heaven
+ Refrain added. - Thy Kingdom Come (Refrain)
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven. - Confession
My soul is like a house small for You to enter
But I pray that You enlarge it.
It is in ruins, it is in ruins,
But I ask that You remake it.
It contains much that You will not be please to see.
It contains much that You will not be please to see.
This I know and do not hide. - The Love of God
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God sent his Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from their sin.
Refrain:
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forever more endure
The saints' and angels' song!
When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When those who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God's love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam's race,
The saints' and angels' song.
Could we with ink the oceans fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every one a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above
Would drain the oceans dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
All songs Copyright © 2008 Andrea Tisher
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