Sunday Audio Service – Lent 2 – Morning Worship – 16/03/25
LORD, THE LIGHT OF YOUR LOVE is shining,
In the midst of the darkness, shining.
Jesus, Light of the world, shine upon us,
Set us free by the truth You now bring us,
Shine on me, shine on me.
Shine, Jesus, shine,
Fill this land with the Father’s glory.
Blaze, Spirit, blaze,
Set our hearts on fire.
Flow, river, flow,
Flood the nations with grace and mercy.
Send forth Your word,
Lord, and let there be light.
Lord, I come to Your awesome presence,
From the shadows into Your radiance.
By the blood I may enter Your brightness,
Search me, try me, consume all my darkness.
Shine on me, shine on me.
As we gaze on Your kingly brightness
So our faces display Your likeness.
Ever changing from glory to glory,
Mirrored here may our lives tell Your story.
Shine on me, shine on me.
Graham Kendrick
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DEAR LORD AND FATHER OF MANKIND,
Forgive our foolish ways.
Reclothe us in our rightful mind.
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise,
In deeper reverence, praise.
In simple trust like theirs who heard,
Beside the Syrian sea,
The gracious calling of the Lord,
Let us, like them, without a word
Rise up and follow Thee,
Rise up and follow Thee.
O sabbath rest by Galilee!
O calm of hills above,
Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee
The silence of eternity,
Interpreted by love,
Interpreted by love.
With that deep hush subduing all
Our words and works that drown
The tender whisper of Thy call,
As noiseless let Thy blessing fall
As fell Thy manna down,
As fell Thy manna down.
Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease.
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace,
The beauty of Thy peace.
Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm.
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire.
Speak through the earthquake, wind and fire,
O still small voice of calm,
O still small voice of calm!
John G. Whittier.
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IT IS A THING MOST WONDERFUL,
Almost too wonderful to be,
That God’s own Son should come from heaven
And die to save a child like me.
And yet I know that it is true.
He came to this poor world below,
And wept, and toiled, and mourned, and died,
Only because He loved us so.
I cannot tell how He could love
A child so weak and full of sin.
His love must be most wonderful,
If He could die my love to win.
It is most wonderful to know
His love for me so free and sure.
But ’tis more wonderful to see
My love for Him so faint and poor.
And yet I want to love Thee, Lord.
O light the flame within my heart,
And I will love Thee more and more,
Until I see Thee as Thou art.
W. W. How.
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JUST AS I AM, without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bid’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind.
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down.
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Charlotte Elliot.
