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Sunday Audio Service – Holy Communion – Palm Sunday – 10/4/22
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY IS THE LORD,
Holy is the Lord God Almighty.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord,
Holy is the Lord God Almighty,
Who was and is and is to come,
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord.
Worthy, worthy, worthy is … (etc.)
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus is … (etc.)
Glory, glory, glory to … (etc.)
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HOW DEEP THE FATHER’S LOVE FOR US,
How vast beyond all measure,
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss –
The Father turns His face away,
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory.
Behold the man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders;
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life –
I know that it is finished.
I will not boast in anything,
No gifts, no power, no wisdom;
But I will boast in Jesus Christ,
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer;
But this I know with all my heart –
His wounds have paid my ransom.
Stuart Townend.
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FROM HEAVEN YOU CAME, Helpless babe,
Entered our world, Your glory veiled;
Not to be served But to serve,
And give Your life That we might live.
This is our God, The Servant King,
He calls us now To follow Him,
To bring our lives As a daily offering
Of worship to The Servant King.
There in the garden Of tears,
My heavy load He chose to bear;
His heart with sorrow Was torn,
‘Yet not My will But Yours,’ He said.
Come see His hands And His feet,
The scars that speak Of sacrifice;
Hands that flung stars Into space
To cruel nails Surrendered.
So let us learn How to serve,
And in our lives Enthrone Him;
Each other’s needs To prefer,
For it is Christ We’re serving.
Graham Kendrick.
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AND CAN IT BE that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
’Tis mystery all! The Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the first-born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine!
’Tis mercy all! let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
He left His Father’s throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace;
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race.
‘Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me.
Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Charles Wesley.