Worship Service for Sunday, January 17, 2020

Join the UUFE Virtual Coffee Hour at 11:30 a.m. Sunday, January 17, 2021, via Zoom (click this link).

The hymns this week are #1 May Nothing Evil Cross This Door

    May nothing evil cross this door,

    and may ill fortune never pry about

    these windows; may the roar

    and rain go by.

    By faith made strong, the rafters will

    withstand the battering of the storm.

    This hearth, though all the world grow chill,

    will keep you warm.

    Peace shall walk softly through these rooms,

    touching our lips with holy wine,

    till every casual corner blooms

    into a shrine.

    With laughter drown the raucous shout,

    and, though these sheltering walls are thin,

    may they be strong to keep hate out

    and hold love in.

Closing Hymn is #149, Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing

    Lift every voice and sing, till earth and heaven ring,

    ring with the harmonies of liberty;

    let our rejoicing rise high as the listening skies,

    let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

    Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us;

    sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;

    facing the rising sun of our new day begun,

    let us march on till victory is won.

    Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod,

    felt in the days when hope unborn had died;

    yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet

    come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

    We have come over a way that with tears has been watered;

    we have come, treading our path thru the blood of the slaughtered,

    out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last

    where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

    God of our weary years, God of our silent tears,

    thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;

    thou who hast by thy might led us into the light,

    keep us forever in the path, we pray.

    Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met thee;

    lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget thee;

    shadowed beneath thy hand, may we forever stand,

    true to our God, true to our native land.

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