Virtual Church: Sunday, SEPTEMBER 20 – “Faith Factor”

September 20, 2020

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Shout to the Lord

My Jesus, my Saviour,
Lord, there is none like You,
all of my days, I want to praise
the wonders of Your mighty love.

My comfort, my shelter
tower of refuge and strength
let every breath, all that I am
never cease to worship You.

Shout to the Lord, all the Earth, let us sing
power and majesty, praise to the King.
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
at the sound of Your name.
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,
forever I’ll love You, forever I’ll stand.
Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.

Shout to the Lord, all the Earth, let us sing
power and majesty, praise to the King.
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
at the sound of Your name.

I sing for joy at the work of Your hands,
forever I’ll love You, forever I’ll stand.
Nothing compares to the promise I have . . .
nothing compares to the promise I have . . .
nothing compares to the promise I have in You.

(Words & Music: Darlene Zschech, © Hillsong Music Church CCLI # 2458953)

It Is Well With My Soul

(Words: Horatio G. Stafford, Music: Philip P. Bliss.  Public Domain. Church CCLI # 2458953)

How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in God’s excellent word!
What more can God say
than to you hath been said,
To you, who for refuge, to Jesus have fled?

“Fear not, I am with thee,
Oh be not dismayed!
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee
and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.”

“When through the deep waters
I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.”

“When through fiery trials
thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.”

The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not — I will not — desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell
should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never — no, never — no, never forsake!

(Words: K in Rippon’s Selection of Hymns, 1787, Music: Welsh Traditional. Words & Music: Public Domain. Church CCLI # 2458953)

Virtual Church: Sunday, SEPTEMBER 13 – “Silver Linings”

Sunday, September 13, 2020

 

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We Have Come Into His House

We have come into His House,
And gathered in His name to worship Him.
We have come into His House,
And gathered in His name to worship Him.
We have come into His House,
And gathered in His name to worship Christ the Lord.
Worship Him, Christ the Lord.

So forget about yourself,
and concentrate on Him and worship Him.
So forget about yourself,
and concentrate on Him and worship Him.
So forget about yourself,
and concentrate on Him and worship Christ the Lord.
Worship Him, Christ the Lord.

Let us lift up humble hearts,
And magnify His name, and worship Him.
Let us lift up humble hearts,
And magnify His name, and worship Him.
Let us lift up humble hearts,
And magnify His name, and worship Christ the Lord.
Worship Him, Christ the Lord.

(Words and Music: Bruce Ballinger, © Sound III Inc. Church CCLI License #2458953)

 

To Everything There is a Season

(Words adapted from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 by Douglas E. Wagner.  Traditional Scottish Melody arranged by Douglas E. Wagner.

(C) 2015 Heritage Music Press, a division of The Lorenz Corporation.  Church CCLI # 2458953)

 

In the Bulb There is a Flower

In the bulb there is a flower,
in the seed, an apple tree,
in cocoons, a hidden promise:
butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter
there’s a spring that waits to be;
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence,
seeking word and melody;
there’s a dawn in every darkness,
bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future;
what it holds, a mystery,
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning,
in our time, infinity;
in our doubt there is believing,
in our life, eternity;
in our death, a resurrection,
at the last, a victory;
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.

(Words & Music: Natalie Sleeth © Hope Publishing Co. as in the PCC Hymnal, Church CCLI #2458953)