Order of Worship

Call to Worship

Be Thou My Vision  Ancient Irish Hymn

Christ, the Sure and Steady Anchor by Matt Boswell

Corporate Confession / Pastoral Prayer

Hymn of the Month: O Great God by Bob Kauflin (Click here to learn more)

Corporate Giving

How Deep the Father's Love for Us by Keith Getty and Stuart Townend

Sermon Mark 15:40-47

Crown Him with Many Crowns (Hymn #234) by Matthew Bridges, Godfrey Thring

Benediction

 

 

Be Thou My Vision  
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art—
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for my fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

 

 

Christ, the Sure and Steady Anchor

Christ the sure and steady anchor,

In the fury of the storm;

When the winds of doubt blow through me,

When my sails have all been torn;

In the suffering, in the sorrow,

When my sinking hopes are few;

I will hold fast to the anchor,

It will never be removed.

 

Christ the sure and steady anchor,

While the tempest rages on;

When temptation claims the battle,

And it seems the night has won.

Deeper still then goes the anchor,

Though I justly stand accused;

I will hold fast to the anchor,

It shall never be removed.

 

Christ the sure and steady anchor,

Through the floods of unbelief;

Hopeless somehow, O my soul, now,

Lift your eyes to Calvary.

This my ballast of assurance,

See his love forever proved.

I will hold fast to the anchor,

It will never be removed.

 

Christ the sure and steady anchor,

As we face the wave of death;

When these trials give way to glory,

As we draw our final breath.

We will cross that great horizon,

Clouds behind and life secure;

And the calm will be the better,

For the storms that we endure.

 

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Christ, the shore of our salvation,

Ever faithful, ever true!

We will hold fast to the anchor,

It shall never be removed.

 

 

O Great God

O great God of highest heaven

Occupy my lowly heart

Own it all and reign supreme

Conquer every rebel power

Let no vice or sin remain

That resists Your holy war

You have loved and purchased me

Make me Yours forevermore

 

I was blinded by my sin

Had no ears to hear Your voice

Did not know Your love within

Had no taste for heaven’s joys

Then Your Spirit gave me life

Opened up Your Word to me

Through the gospel of Your Son

Gave me endless hope and peace

 

Help me now to live a life

That’s dependent on Your grace

Keep my heart and guard my soul

From the evils that I face

You are worthy to be praised

With my every thought and deed

O great God of highest heaven

Glorify Your Name through me.

 

 

How Deep the Father's Love for Us

How deep the Father's love for us, how vast beyond all measure

That He would give His only Son to make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss, the Father turns His face away

As wounds which mar the Chosen One bring many sons to glory

  

Behold the Man upon the cross, my sin upon His shoulders

Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there until it was accomplished

His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished

  

I will not boast in anything, no gifts no power nor wisdom

But I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward?  His glory is the answer! 

And this I know with all my heart, His wounds have paid my ransom.

 

 

Crown Him with Many Crowns 

Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne:

Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own!

Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,

And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

 

Crown Him the Lord of love: behold His hands and side,

Rich wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.

No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,

But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

 

Crown Him the Lord of life: who triumphed over the grave,

And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.

His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,

Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

 

Crown Him the Lord of Heaven: One with the Father known

One with the Spirit through Him given, from yonder glorious throne.

To Thee be endless praise, for Thou for us hast died;

Be Thou, O Lord, through endless days adored and magnified.