Sunday, February 18, 2024

Prelude

Welcome & News of the Church

Call to Worship

Hymn of Praise - (#385) "Holy God, We Praise thy Name"

Praise Songs

Confession, Assurance, and Gloria Patri

Special Music

Sermon - "It Is Written" (Luke 4:1–13) - by Rev. Jason Griffice

Hymn of Response - (#32) "How Firm a Foundation" (verses 1–3)

Receiving of Our Tithes and Offerings

Offertory and Doxology

Prayers of the People

Closing Hymn - (#606) "He Leadeth me, O Blessed Thought"

Benediction

Postlude

Holy God, We Praise thy Name

Holy God, we praise Thy name; 

Lord of all, we bow before Thee; 

All on earth Thy scepter claim, 

All in heaven above adore Thee: 

Infinite Thy vast domain, 

Everlasting is Thy reign. 

Hark, the glad celestial hymn 

Angel choirs above are raising; 

Cherubim and Seraphim, 

In unceasing chorus praising; 

Fill the heavens with sweet accord; 

Holy, holy, holy Lord. 

Holy Father, holy Son, 

Holy Spirit: three we name Thee, 

Though in essence only one; 

Undivided God we claim Thee, 

And adoring, bend the knee, 

While we own the mystery. 

Amen. 

How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 

Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word! 

What more can He say than to you He hath said, 

To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

"Fear not, I am with thee; O 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 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. 

He Leadeth me, O Blessed Thought

He leadeth me, O blessed thought! 

O words with heav'nly comfort fraught! 

Whate'er I do, where'er I be, 

Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. 

CHORUS: 

He leadeth me, He leadeth me, 

By His own hand He leadeth me; 

His faithful follower I would be, 

For by His hand He leadeth me. 

Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, 

Nor ever murmur nor repine; 

Content whatever lot I see, 

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. 

[CHORUS]

And when my task on earth is done, 

When by Thy grace the vict'ry's won, 

E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, 

Still God through Jordan leadeth me. 

[CHORUS]

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