
JUNE 24TH, 2026
THE SON OF GOD GOES FORTH TO WAR
(PSALM 2)
The Son of God goes forth to war
A kingly crown to gain
His bloodred banner streams afar!
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink His cup of woe
Triumphant over pain
Who patient bears his cross below
He follows in His train.
The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave
Who saw his Master in the sky
And called on Him to save
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue
In midst of mortal pain
He prayed for them that did the wrong
Who follows in His train?
A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew
And mocked the cross and flame
They met the tyrant’s brandished steel
The lion’s gory mane
They bowed their necks to death to feel
Who follows in their train?
A noble army, men and boys
The matron and the maid
Around the Savior’s throne rejoice
In robes of light arrayed
They climbed the steep ascent of heav’n
Through peril, toil and pain
O God, to us may grace be giv’n
To follow in their train.
YOU HAVE RECORDED ALL MY WAYS
(PSALM 56B)
To the tune of "All Hail the Power of Jesus Name"
You have recorded all my ways,
All pathways that I took;
Within Your bottle placed my tears,
Are they not in Your book?
When I cry out then my foes flee;
I know God is for me.
In God whose word I give my praise,
The LORD's word I revere,
In God I now have put my trust,
So I will have no fear.
In God is where my trust will be;
What can man do to me?
Your vows are binding on me, God,
I'll render thanks to You.
For You have saved my soul from death,
My feet from stumbling, too.
So I will walk before God's sight
With life and in its light.
I AM VERY POOR AND NEEDY
(PSALM 109D)
To the tune of "Oh the Deep Deep Love of Jesus"
Help me, LORD, my Lord;
Clothed with shame be my accusers,
LISTEN TO MY WORDS, O LORD
(PSALM 5C)
To the tune of "Scarborough Fair"
Listen to my words, O LORD;
Know the whispered things I say.
Heed my crying out for help -
God, my King, to You I pray.
Hear me in the morning, LORD,
When I lift my voice on high,
Setting forth my plea to You,
Looking out with watchful eye.
For I know that You, O God,
Find in evil no delight;
Evil cannot dwell with You,
Nor the proud stand in Your sight.
You hate all who practice sin.
You destroy the one who lies;
For the LORD abominates
Those who schemes of blood devise.
Yet in Your abounding love,
To Your house will I draw near,
Bowing to Your holy place,
Worshiping in rev'rent fear.
GOD IS OUR REFUGE AND OUR STRENGTH
(PSALM 46C)
To the tune of "A Mighty Fortress"
God is our refuge and our strength
A present help in our distress
We will not therefore be afraid
Though all the earth should be removed
Though mountains great be hurled
Into the ocean’s depths
Though seas may roar and foam
And billows shake the shore
Though mountains tremble at their power
A river brings refreshing streams
To cheer the city of our God
The Most High’s holy dwelling place
God is in her; she won’t be moved
At dawn will God help her
The nations rage; realms quake
He lifts His voice; earth melts
The Lord of hosts with us!
Our fortress strong is Jacob’s God
O come, see what the Lord has done
He desolations brought on earth
On earth He puts an end to wars
Breaks bow and spear, and chariots burns
Be still! Know I am God
Exalted o’er all men
Exalted o’er all earth
The Lord of hosts with us!
Our fortress strong is Jacob’s God
HAIL TO JESUS
(PSALM 110)
“Be seated here at my right hand,”
The LORD to my Lord did command,
“For of these heathen I will make
A kingly footstool for your sake.”
The LORD shall send your mighty rod
From Zion’s hill, the mount of God,
To smite your foes until they break;
The throne among them you must take.
Hail to Jesus; Christ is reigning
All will bow and all will name Him
Jesus, King of Kings
Upon your head a crown of dew,
Your morning makes the old things new.
And all who see your holy power
Will bow before you in that hour.
Melchizedek, a kingly priest
In You his line is now increased
Your life, the off'ring that you gave
The price was paid; you left the grave.
The kings who fight against my Lord
Shall taste His wrath and meet His sword
Upon their corpses He will look
Then drink to vengeance from a brook.
