St. Mary Church, Champaign IL   Hymns for NOvember 22, 2020

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November 22, 2020
G 635 The King of Love My Shepherd Is

The King of love my shepherd is

Whose goodness fails me never

I nothing lack if I am his, and he is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul he’s leading,

And where the verdant pastures grow, with Food celestial feeding.

Confused and foolish oft I strayed,

But yet in love he sought me

And on his shoulder gently laid, And home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill

With you, dear Lord, beside me,

Your rod and staff my comfort still, Your cross before to guide me.

You spread a table in my sight;

Your saving grace betwoting;

And O what transport of delight From your pure chalice flowing.

And so through all the length of days

Your goodndnes fails me never;

Good Shepherd, may I sing your praise Within your house forever.

Psalm:   31 Shepherd me O God, beyond my wants, beyond my fears from death into life.

325   Like a Shepherd

Chorus: Like a shepherd he feeds his flock

And gathers the lambs in his arms.

Holding them carefully, close to his heart

Leading them home.

Say to the children of Judah:    Prepare the way of the Lord.

Go to the mountaintop. Lift your voice.

Jerusalem, here is your God.

I myself will comfort them, for others have led them astray.

The lost I will rescue and heal their wounds

And pasture them, giving them rest.

Come unto me, if you are heavily burdened.

And take my yoke upon your shoulders

I will give you rest.

846:   One is the Body

Chorus:   One is the body,  one is the bread,

One are the living, the unborn, the dead.

One is the cup, one blood in us flows,

One is the breath of the star and the rose.

One is the Spirit with Maker and Son,

Just as the source and the river are one.  

One are the stranger, my foe and my friend.

To this I will say amen.

Gather, disciples, your master to meet.

Learn to forgive from the bread that you eat;

Treasure the earth in the cup that is poured

Taste and see the goodness, the love of the Lord.

Now split the timber, now turn the stone;

Look where you will, you are never alone.

High as the heavens, deep in the flood

All things are charged with the presence of God.

I am the hungry, you are the poor;

God is the starnger who waits at the door.

While any suffers, no one is free. 

Whatever you do, then, you do unto me.