Virtual Church: Sunday, NOVEMBER 1 – “Saints and Sacrifice”

November 1, 2020 - Saints and Sacrifice

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Praise the Lord with the Sound of Trumpet

Praise the Lord with the sound of trumpet,
praise the Lord with the harp and lute,
praise the Lord with the gentle sounding flute.
Praise the Lord in the field and forest,
praise the Lord in the city square,
praise the Lord anytime and anywhere.

Praise the Lord in the wind and sunshine,
praise the Lord in the dark of night,
praise the Lord in the rain or snow
or in the morning light.
Praise the Lord in the deepest valley,
praise the Lord on the highest hill,
praise the Lord; never let your voice be still.

Praise the Lord with the crashing cymbal,
praise the Lord with the pipe and string,
praise the Lord with the joyful songs you sing.
Praise the Lord on a weekday morning,
praise the Lord on a Sunday noon,
praise the Lord by the light of sun or moon.

Praise the Lord in the time of sorrow,
praise the Lord in the time of joy,
praise the Lord every moment;
nothing let your praise destroy.
Praise the Lord in the peace and quiet,
praise the Lord in your work or play,
praise the Lord everywhere in every way.

(Words & Music: Natalie Sleeth, © Hinshaw Music, Inc. Church CCLI # 2458953)



(Praise for God’s Surpassing Greatness)

1 Praise the Lord!
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise Him in His mighty firmament!
2 Praise Him for His mighty deeds;
praise Him according to His surpassing greatness!

3 Praise Him with trumpet sound;
praise Him with lute and harp!
4 Praise Him with tambourine and dance;
praise Him with strings and pipe!

5 Praise Him with clanging cymbals;
praise Him with loud clashing cymbals!
6 Let everything that breathes praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord!


They Did Not Build in Vain

They did not build in vain
who founded here a church
as witness to God’s love
amid a world of pain.
For still to those
who wish to see this place
proclaims God’s mystery.

They built upon the rock
that is the risen Lord,
the one foundation laid
which stands each earthly shock;
that, Spirit filled, we here might raise,
as living temples, prayer and praise.

Those who have loved this place,
a cloud of witnesses,
surround and urge us on
as we now run our race,
and so we lay
aside each sin in our desire
to strive and win.

Though the horizon’s bend
conceals the way ahead,
the footprints on the road
show Christ waits at the end;
in Him alone, our faith shall stand
who waits for us at God’s right hand.

Here is our meeting place
where doubt finds grounds of faith,
where hurt finds healing love,
our penitence Your grace;
where bridging time to eternity
is God the holy Trinity.

(Words: Alan Luff © 1990 Hope Publishing Co, Music: John Darwall, Harmony: William Henry Monk, Descant: Sydney H Nicholson.   Music: Public Domain, Descant © Hope Publishing Co.  Church CCLI#2458953)