Order of Worship

Call to Worship

O Worship the King (Hymn #10) by Robert Grant

Come People of the Risen King by Keith Getty and Stuart Townend

Corporate Confession / Pastoral Prayer

All I Have is Christ by Jordan Kauflin

Corporate Giving

Hymn of the MonthO Lord, My Rock and My Redeemer by Nathan Stiff (Click to listen)

Sermon Acts 9:20-31

How Sweet and Aweful is the Place by Isaac Watts


O Worship the King  

O worship the King all glorious above, 

O gratefully sing His power and His love;

Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days, 

Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 

O tell of His might, O sing of His grace, 

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space. 

His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, 

And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. 

Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite

It breathes in the air; it shines in the light; 

It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain; 

And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain. 

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 

In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail; 

Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end, 

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend! 

Come People of the Risen King

Come, people of the Risen King, 

Who delight to bring Him praise; 

Come all and tune your hearts to sing

To the Morning Star of grace. 

From the shifting shadows of the earth

We will lift our eyes to Him, 

Where steady arms of mercy reach

To gather children in. 


Rejoice, Rejoice! Let every tongue rejoice! 

One heart, one voice; O Church of Christ, rejoice! 

Come, those whose joy is morning sun, 

And those weeping through the night; 

Come, those who tell of battles won, 

And those struggling in the fight. 

For His perfect love will never change, 

And His mercies never cease, 

But follow us through all our days

With the certain hope of peace. 

Come, young and old from every land, 

Men and women of the faith; 

Come, those with full or empty hands— 

Find the riches of His grace. 

Over all the world, His people sing, 

Shore to shore we hear them call

The Truth that cries through every age: 

Our God is all in all.” 

All I Have is Christ

I once was lost in darkest night

Yet thought I knew the way: 

The sin that promised joy and life

Had led me to the grave. 

I had no hope that You would own

A rebel to Your will; 

And if You had not loved me first

I would refuse You still. 

But as I ran my hell-bound race,

Indifferent to the cost;

You looked upon my helpless state,

And led me to the cross. 

And I beheld God’s love displayed

You suffered in my place

You bore the wrath reserved for me

Now all I know is grace. 


Hallelujah! All I have is Christ!

Hallelujah! Jesus is my life.

Now, Lord, I would be Yours alone

And live so all might see

The strength to follow Your commands

Could never come from me. 

Oh Father, use my ransomed life

In any way You choose. 

And let my song forever be

My only boast is You. 

O Lord, My Rock and My Redeemer

O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer

Greatest treasure of my longing soul

My God, like You there is no other

True delight is found in You alone

Your grace, a well too deep to fathom

Your love exceeds the heavens’ reach

Your truth, a fount of perfect wisdom

My highest good and my unending need

O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer

Strong defender of my weary heart

My sword to fight the cruel deceiver

And my shield against his hateful darts

My song when enemies surround me

My hope when tides of sorrow rise

My joy when trials are abounding

Your faithfulness, my refuge in the night

O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer

Gracious Savior of my ruined life

My guilt and cross laid on Your shoulders

In my place You suffered bled and died

You rose, the grave and death are conquered

You broke my bonds of sin and shame

O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer

May all my days bring glory to Your Name

How Sweet and Aweful is the Place

How sweet and aweful is the place

With Christ within the doors;

While everlasting love displays

The choicest of her stores. 

While all our hearts and all our songs

Join to admire the feast,

Each of us cry with thankful tongues, 

“Lord, why was I a guest?” 

“Why was I made to hear thy voice

and enter while there’s room, 

When thousands make a wretched choice

And rather starve than come?” 

‘Twas the same love that spread the feast

that sweetly drew us in; 

Else we had still refused to taste

and perished in our sin

Pity the nations, O our God, 

Constrain the earth to come; 

Send thy victorious Word abroad

and bring the strangers home. 

We long to see thy churches full, 

that all the chosen race

may with one voice and heart and soul

sing thy redeeming grace.