Order of Worship

February 28, 2021

Call to Worship

Scripture: Hebrews 7:21-25

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing (Hymn #2) by Robert Robinson

Christ, the Sure and Steady Anchor by Matt Boswell 

Pastoral Prayer

Scripture Reading: Deuteronomy 19:15-21

The Solid Rock (Hymn #404) by Edward Mote

Corporate Giving

Be Thou My Vision Ancient Irish Hymn

Sermon 2 Corinthians 12:20-13:10  Signs of a True Apostle and of a True Gospel Ministry (Part Two)

Hymn of the Month: O Church, Arise by Keith Getty, Stuart Townend



Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace;

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,

Call for songs of loudest praise.

Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above;

Praise His Name–I'm fixed upon it–

Name of God's redeeming love.


Hither to Thy love has blest me;

Thou hast bro’t me to this place;

And I know Thy hand will bring me

Safely home by Thy good grace.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God;

He, to rescue me from danger,

Bought me with his precious blood.


O to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be!

Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to Thee:

Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,

Prone to leave the God I love;

Here's my heart, O take and seal it;

Seal it for thy courts above.



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.



Christ the shore of our salvation,

Ever faithful, ever true!

We will hold fast to the anchor,

It shall never be removed.



The Solid Rock

My hope is built on nothing less

Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly trust in Jesus’ name.



On Christ, the solid Rock I stand—

All other ground is sinking sand,

All other ground is sinking sand.


When darkness veils His lovely face,

I rest on His unchanging grace;

In ev’ry high and stormy gale

My anchor holds within the veil.



His oath, His covenant, His blood

Support me in the whelming flood;

When all around my soul gives way,

He then is all my hope and stay.



When He shall come with trumpet sound,

O  may I then in Him be found,

Dressed in His righteousness alone,

Faultless to stand before the throne.



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.



O Church Arise 

O Church, arise and put your armor on;

Hear the call of Christ our captain!

For now the weak can say that they are strong

In the strength that God has given.

With shield of faith and belt of truth

We'll stand against the devil's lies;

An army bold whose battle cry is "Love!"

Reaching out to those in darkness.


Our call to war, to love the captive soul

But to rage against the captor;

And with the sword that makes the wounded whole

We will fight with faith and valor.

When faced with trials on ev'ry side,

We know the outcome is secure,

And Christ will have the prize for which He died:

An inheritance of nations.


Come, see the cross where love and mercy meet

As the Son of God is stricken;

Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet,

For the Conqueror has risen!

And as the stone is rolled away

And Christ emerges from the grave,

This vict'ry march continues till the day

Ev'ry eye and heart shall see Him.


So Spirit come, put strength in ev'ry stride,

Give grace for ev'ry hurdle,

That we may run with faith to win the prize

Of a servant good and faithful.

As saints of old still line the way,

Retelling triumphs of His grace,

We hear their calls and hunger for the day

When, with Christ, we stand in glory.