Sunday Audio Service – Trinity 13 – Holy Communion – 14/9/25
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.
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AT THE NAME OF JESUS
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him
King of glory now.
’Tis the Father’s pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the mighty Word.
Humbled for a season,
To receive a name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came.
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed.
Bore it up triumphant
With its human light,
Through all ranks of creatures
To the central height,
To the throne of Godhead,
To the Father’s breast,
Filled it with the glory
Of that perfect rest.
In your hearts enthrone Him.
There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true.
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation’s hour,
Let His will enfold you
In its light and power.
Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father’s glory,
With His angel-train.
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him
King of glory now.
Caroline Maria Noel.
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TO GOD BE THE GLORY! great things He hath done!
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life an atonement for sin,
And opened the life-gate that all may go in.
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the earth hear His voice!
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Let the people rejoice!
O come to the Father through Jesus the Son.
And give Him the glory, great things He hath done!
O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood!
To every believer the promise of God.
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.
Great things He hath taught us, great things He hath done,
And great our rejoicing through Jesus the Son:
But purer and higher and greater will be
Our wonder, our worship, when Jesus we see!
Fanny J. Crosby.