Order of Worship

Call to Worship

Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee (Hymn #1) by Henry van Dyke

His Mercy Is More by Matt Boswell and Matt Papa

Corporate Confession / Pastoral Prayer

In Christ Alone by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend

Corporate Giving

When We See Your Face by Bob Kauflin and Jordan Kauflin

Sermon  Acts 19:21-41

Hymn of the Month: O God, Our Help in Ages Past by Isaac Watts



Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee

Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,

God of glory, Lord of love;

Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee,

Op’ning to the sun above.

Melt the clouds of sin and sadness,

Drive the dark of doubt away;

Giver of immortal gladness,

Fill us with the light of day.


All Thy works with joy surround Thee,

Earth and heav'n reflect Thy rays,

Stars and angels sing around Thee,

Center of unbroken praise;

Field and forest, vale and mountain,

Flow'ry meadow, flashing sea,

Chanting bird and flowing fountain,

Call us to rejoice in Thee.


Thou art giving and forgiving,

Ever blessing, ever blest,

Wellspring of the joy of living,

Ocean depth of happy rest!

Thou our Father, Christ, our Brother,

All who live in love are Thine;

Teach us how to love each other,

Lift us to the Joy Divine.


Mortals, join the happy chorus

Which the morning stars began;

Father love is reigning o'er us,

Brother love binds man to man.

Ever singing, march we onward,

Victors in the midst of strife;

Joyful music lifts us sunward,

In the triumph song of life. 


His Mercy Is More

What love could remember no wrongs we have done?

Omniscient, all knowing, He counts not their sum.

Thrown into a sea without bottom or shore—

Our sins, they are many, His mercy is more.


What patience would wait as we constantly roam,

What Father, so tender, is calling us home?

He welcomes the weakest, the vilest, the poor—

Our sins, they are many, His mercy is more.


What riches of kindness he lavished on us!

His blood was the payment, His life was the cost.

We stood 'neath a debt we could never afford—

Our sins they are many, His mercy is more



Praise the Lord,

His mercy is more!

Stronger than darkness, new every morn;

Our sins, they are many, His mercy is more.


In Christ Alone 

In Christ alone my hope is found;

He is my light, my strength, my song;

This cornerstone, this solid ground,

Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love, what depths of peace,

When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!

My comforter, my all in all—

Here in the love of Christ I stand.


In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,

Fullness of God in helpless babe!

This gift of love and righteousness,

Scorned by the ones He came to save.

Till on that cross as Jesus died,

The wrath of God was satisfied;

Our ev'ry sin on Him was laid—

Here in the death of Christ I live.


There in the ground His body lay,

Light of the world by darkness slain;

Then bursting forth in glorious day,

Up from the grave He rose again!

And as He stands in victory,

Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;

For I am His and He is mine—

Bought with the precious blood of Christ.


No guilt in life, no fear in death—

This is the power of Christ in me.

From life's first cry to final breath,

Jesus commands my destiny.

No power of hell, no scheme of man,

Can ever pluck me from His hand;

Till He returns or calls me home—

Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.


When We See Your Face

Though the dark is overwhelming,
And the brightest lights grow dim,
Though the Word of God
Is trampled on by foolish men;
Though the wicked never stumble
And abound in every place,
We will all be humbled when we see Your face.

The temptations we’ve been fighting—
Those without and those within—
Will be underneath our feet
To never rise again.
All our sins will be behind us,
Through the blood of Christ erased;
And we’ll taste Your kindness when we see Your face.

We will see, we will know,
Like we’ve never known before!
We’ll be found, we’ll be home;
We’ll be Yours forevermore!

All the waiting will be over,
Every sorrow will be healed;
All the dreams it seemed
Could never be will all be real;
And You’ll gather us together
In Your arms of endless grace,
As Your Bride forever, when we see Your face.

And You’ll gather us together
In your arms of endless grace,
As Your Bride forever when we see Your face.


O God, Our Help in Ages Past

O God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home.


Under the shadow of Thy throne

Thy saints have dwelt secure;

Sufficient is Thine arm alone,

And our defense is sure.


Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame,

From everlasting Thou art God,

To endless years the same.


A thousand ages in Thy sight

Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night

Before the rising sun.


O God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Be Thou our guard while life shall last,

And our eternal home.