in words that reverberate from Day One of Creation
through the ages, on to our time:
“Let there be light,
and there was light.”
As we kindle these Sabbath lights,
we thank You for visual light
that brightens the darkness in our world,
and spiritual light that illuminates mind, heart, and spirit!
We welcome Your Queen of days, Your Holy Sabbath,
a day of rest at the culmination of our week.
Blessed are You, YHWH our God, Lord of the Sabbath,
King over our lives. Amen.
Original Hymn: Immortal Invisible God Only Wise
Original Lyrics by Walter Chalmers Smith Music: Welsh melody from John Roberts’s Canaidau y Cyssegr
[Original Lyrics]
1. Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.
2. Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
Nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might; Thy justice like mountains high soaring above Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.
3. To all, life thou givest, to both great and small; In all life thou livest, the true life of all; We blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree, And wither and perish, but naught changeth thee.
4. Thou reignest in glory; thou dwellest in light; Thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight; All laud we would render: O help us to see ‘Tis only the splendor of light hideth thee.
Watercolor art by Dan R., now based in Houston, TX
[ESV] Psalm 42
As a deer pants for flowing streams,
so pants my soul for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and appear before God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
These things I remember, as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.
My soul is cast down within me; therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon, from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life,
I say to God, my rock: “Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God: for I shall again praise him my salvation and my God.