Sunday, July 9, 2023

Prelude

Welcome & News of the Church

Call to Worship

Opening Hymn - (#588) "In the Garden"

Praise Songs

Confession, Assurance, and Gloria Patri

Special Music - "Come to Me" by Tim Illick - Tim Illick, tenor; Brian Cich, baritone

Sermon - "Come Unto Me" (Matthew 11:28–30) - by Rev. Sharon Yagerlener

Hymn of Response - (#611) "Precious Lord, Take My Hand"

Offertory

Doxology

Prayers of the People

Closing Hymn - (#118) "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God"

Benediction

Postlude

In the Garden

I come to the garden alone, 

While the dew is still on the roses; 

And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, 

The Son of God discloses. 

Chorus: 

And He walks with me, and He talks with me, 

And He tells me I am His own; 

And the joy we share as we tarry there, 

None other has ever known. 

He speaks, and the sound of His voice

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, 

And the melody that He gave to me

Within my heart is ringing. 

[Chorus]

I'd stay in the garden with Him

Though the night around me be falling, 

But He bids me go; through the voice of woe, 

His voice to me is calling. 

[Chorus]

Precious Lord, Take My Hand

Precious Lord, take my hand, 

Lead me on, help me stand; 

I am tired, I am weak, I am worn; 

Thru the storm, thru the night, 

Lead me on to the light, 

Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home. 

When my way grows drear, 

Precious Lord, linger near; 

When my life is almost gone, 

Hear my cry, hear my call, 

Hold my hand lest I fall; 

Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home. 

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

A mighty fortress is our God, 

A bulwark never failing; 

Our helper He amid the flood 

Of mortal ills prevailing. 

For still our ancient foe 

Doth seek to work us woe - 

His craft and power are great, 

And, armed with cruel hate, 

On earth is not His equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, 

Our striving would be losing, 

Were not the right man on our side, 

The man of God's own choosing. 

Dost ask who that may be? 

Christ Jesus, it is He - 

Lord Sabaoth His name, 

From age to age the same, 

And He must win the battle. 

And though this world with devils filled, 

Should threaten to undo us, 

We will not fear, for God hath willed 

His truth to triumph through us. 

The prince of darkness grim, 

We tremble not for him - 

His rage we can endure, 

For lo, his doom is sure: 

One little word shall fell him. 

That word above all earthly powers, 

No thanks to them, abideth; 

The Spirit and the gifts are ours 

Through Him who with us sideth. 

Let goods and kindred go, 

This mortal life also - 

The body they may kill; 

God's truth abideth still: 

His kingdom is forever. 

Amen.

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