Filled to Overflowing
Variation on Sanctus (Holy, Holy, Holy)
Music by Ron KlusmeierWords by Walter Farquharson
Tune Name: LUCKY LAKE
Lyrics as Poetry
O God of hosts,
holy, holy, holy!
Heaven and earth are filled
filled to over flowing.
O God of hosts,
heaven and earth are full of your glory.
Amen. Amen.
Our hearts we lift,
holy, holy, holy!
Lives with your love are filled
filled to over flowing.
O God of hosts,
heaven and earth are full of your glory.
Amen. Amen. Amen!
Words by
Walter FarquharsonCopyright © 1975 by Walter Farquharson
Administered by Hope Publishing Company
Carol Stream, Illinois • USA
Scripture References
- Psalm 97
- Psalm 100
- Isaiah 6:1-8
- Matthew 25:31-40
- John 1:14
- John 1:14-18
- John 6:1-8
- John 13:1-15
- John 17:1-5
- 1 Corinthians 3:16
- 1 Corinthians 6:19
- 2 Corinthians 6:16
Season, Theme
or Subject
- Communion
- Creation∶ gift of
- Eucharist
- God∶ nature of
- Praise
- Service Music
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Comments About Song
BY WALTER FARQUHARSON
Celebrating at the table of Jesus Christ stands out for me as among the most important and significant times experienced during my many years of ministry.
Here, each time we gathered, the church was formed and re-formed.
Here, each time, the focus was not the celebrant.
Here, like Isaiah, we came to know that even when the world, and our worlds, might seem to be falling apart, the glory of God filled the temple. Not the glory of kings or priests, not the glory of wealth or power over others.
The glory of God is not a poor reflection of the glory of human kingdoms. The glory of God is the glory of liberation, of belonging, of creative and healing love.
The “Holy, holy, holy” takes us up – up out of our captivity to the present and to the fads and fashions of the present, up out of the systems of government and economics, thought and religious and scientific dogma. This is not to deny the world of creation, or the world of the here and now, but it is to remember the transitory and often compromised nature of our human realities. We sing the truth of that warning that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Here, each time, the gathered congregation is not limited to those we can look around and see. Certainly each one is present, beautifully, wonderfully present. But so are all who have come before us, and all who follow after. So are the peoples gathered in cathedrals and humble meeting houses, in kitchens and open spaces who also break bread and are fed, drink of the cup and are replenished. So are the oppressed, the forgotten, the under-valued and devalued. So is the Christ.
The table is not mine. I am not the host. I speak a welcome beyond what is mine to offer, a forgiveness I cannot pretend to dispense or to withhold. Beyond my understanding, the living Christ says “My body, broken for you. My life poured out for you.”
But these words can be spoken and sung anywhere. The whole earth is the temple of God. Jesus said that when we feed a hungry person, we feed him. When we welcome a stranger, we welcome him.
At the heart of the “Holy, holy, holy”, we may live and move and have our being. Amen.