Here the lyrics to hymns in this service:
Hymn #328 I Sought The Wood
I sought the wood in summer when every twig was green;
the rudest boughs were tender, and buds were pink between.
Light-fingered aspens trembled in fitful sun and shade,
and daffodils were golden in every starry glade.
“How frail a thing is Beauty,” I said, “when every breath
she gives the vagrant summer but swifter woos her death.
For this the star dust troubles, for this have ages rolled:
to deck the wood for bridal and slay her with the cold.”
I sought the wood in winter when every leaf was dead;
behind the wind-whipped branches the winter sun was red.
The birches, white and slender, in breathless marble stood,
the brook, a white immortal, slept silent in the wood.
“How sure a thing is Beauty,” I cried. “No bolt can slay, nor wave
nor shock despoil her, nor ravishers dismay.
The granite hills are slighter, the sea more like to fail,
behind the rose the planet, the Law behind the veil.”
#407 The Welcome Table
We’re gonna sit at the welcome table.
We’re gonna sit at the welcome table one of these days, hallelujah!
We’re gonna sit at the welcome table,
gonna sit at the welcome table one of these days.
All kinds of people around that table…
No fancy style at the welcome table…
Sermon resources
Some additional reading on today’s sermon:
https://archive.vcu.edu/english/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/emerson/essays/selfreliance.html
https://www.litcharts.com/lit/self-reliance/summary
https://www.uuworld.org/articles/ralph-waldo-emersons-unitarian-legacy