I Am the Church, You Are the Church
I am the church! You are the church!
We are the church together!
All who follow Jesus, all around the world!
Yes, we’re the church together!
The church is not a building;
the church is not a steeple;
the church is not a resting place;
the church is a people.
I am the church! You are the church!
We are the church together!
All who follow Jesus, all around the world!
Yes, we’re the church together!
We’re many kinds of people,
with many kinds of faces,
all colours and all ages, too,
from all times and places.
I am the church! You are the church!
We are the church together!
All who follow Jesus, all around the world!
Yes, we’re the church together!
And when the people gather,
there’s singing and there’s praying;
there’s laughing and there’s crying sometimes,
all of it saying:
I am the church! You are the church!
We are the church together!
All who follow Jesus, all around the world!
Yes, we’re the church together!
(Words & Music: Richard Avery and Donald Marsh. © 1972 Hope Publishing Co. Church CCLI #2458953)
RESPONSIVE READING: First Sunday of Lent
SUNG RESPONSE: Thy Word
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
and a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
and a light unto my path.
When I feel afraid, think I’ve lost my way,
still You’re there right beside me,
and nothing will I fear,
as long as You are near.
Please be near me to the end.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
and a light unto my path.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet
and a light unto my path.
(Words: Amy Grant, Music: Michael W. Smith © Meadowgreen Music/Word Music Church CCLI #2458953)
Anthem: Ever Faithful
Amazing Grace
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
and grace my fears relieved;
how precious did that grace appear
the hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
’tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me:
this word my hope secures;
God will my shield and portion be,
as long as life endures.
What thanks I owe You, and what love —
a boundless, endless store —
shall echo through the realms above
when time shall be no more.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
bright shining as the sun,
we’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
than when we’d first begun.