November 29, 2020 - Livestream Only
Call to Worship
Scripture: Psalm 117
Lord, From Sorrows Deep I Call by Matt Boswell, Matt Papa
10,000 Reasons (Bless the Lord) by Matt Redman, Jonas Myrin
Scripture Reading: Deuteronomy 11:8-28
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross by Isaac Watts
Our Great Savior (Jesus! What a Friend for Sinners!) by John Wilbur Chapman
Sermon 1 Kings 16:29-17:24 Can Your God Beat Death?
It Is Well with My Soul by Horatio G. Spafford, Philip P. Bliss
Lord, from Sorrows Deep I Call (Psalm 42)
Lord, from sorrows deep I call,
When my hope is shaken;
Torn and ruined from the fall,
Hear my desperation!
For so long I've pled and prayed,
"God, come to my rescue!"
Even so, the thorn remains;
Still my heart will praise You.
Storms within my troubled soul,
Questions without answers;
On my faith these billows roll—
God, be now my shelter!
Why are you cast down, my soul?
Hope in Him who saves you!
When the fires have all grown cold,
Cause this heart to praise You.
Should my life be torn from me—
Every worldly pleasure—
When all I possess is grief,
God, be then my treasure!
Be my vision in the night,
Be my hope and refuge!
Till my faith is turned to sight,
Lord, my heart will praise You!
Oh, my soul, put your hope in God,
My Help, my Rock, I will praise Him!
Sing, oh sing, through the raging storm,
You're still my God, my Salvation!
10,000 Reasons (Bless the Lord)
Bless the Lord, O my soul, O my soul,
Worship His Holy name!
Sing like never before, O my soul;
I'll worship Your Holy name.
The sun comes up,
It's a new day dawning;
It's time to sing Your song again.
Whatever may pass
And whatever lies before me,
Let me be singing
When the evening comes!
You're rich in love
And You're slow to anger;
Your name is great
And Your heart is kind.
For all Your goodness
I will keep on singing!
Ten thousand reasons
For my heart to find.
And on that day
When my strength is failing,
The end draws near
And my time has come;
Still my soul will
Sing Your praise unending!
Ten thousand years
And then forevermore.
When I Survey the Wondrous Cross
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most—
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small:
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Our Great Savior (Jesus, What a Friend for Sinners)
Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.
Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.
Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.
Jesus! what a Help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my Comfort, helps my soul.
Jesus! What a guide and keeper,
While the tempest still is high.
Storms about me, night o'er-takes me,
He my Pilot, hears my cry.
Jesus! I do now adore Him,
More than all in Him I find.
He hath granted me forgiveness,
I am His, and He is mine.
It Is Well with My Soul
When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well with my soul.”
It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control:
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And has shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin—O, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin— not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
“Even so”—it is well with my soul.