Hymns

Call to Worship

Confession and Assurance

Offering

Praise

Behold the Throne
Praise Behold the Throne John Newton, 1749. Alt. Davide Marney, 2009 Behold the throne, the throne of grace,,The promise calls and draws us near.,There Jesus shows a smiling face,And waits to hear and answer prayer.,,(Chorus:),My soul, ask what you will,,You cannot be too bold;,Since His own blood He shed,,What else can He withhold?,My soul, ask what you will,,You cannot be too bold;,Since His own blood He shed,,What else can He withhold?,Behold the throne,,the throne of grace,,behold the throne.,,Thine image, Lord, bestow on me,,Thy presence Lord, and all Thy love;,I ask to serve Thee here below,,And reign with Thee in heav'n above.,,(Chorus:),Teach me to live by faith,,Conform my will to Thine;,Give vic'try over death,,And then in glory shine.,Teach me to live by faith,,Conform my will to Thine;,Give vic'try over death,,And then in glory shine.,And there behold,the throne of grace,,behold the throne.,,Beyond our thoughts, our utmost needs,,His love and pow'r alone can bless;,To praying souls He always grants,,More than they know, or can express.,,(Chorus:),That rich, atoning blood,,Which sprinkled round we see,,Provides for those who come,An all-prevailing plea.,It is the Lord's command,forever to provide,,Lord, open up Your hand,,That I may be supplied.,Let me behold,the throne of grace,,behold the throne.
Behold the throne, the throne of grace, / The promise calls, and brings us near. / There Jesus shows a smiling face / And waits to hear and answer prayer...

Preparation

Speak the Word and Set Me Free
Preparation Speak the Word and Set Me Free John Newton, 1779 from Olney Hymns, No. 44 Savior, shine and cheer my soul,,Bid my dying hopes revive;,Make my wounded spirit whole,,Far away the tempter drive:,Speak the word and set me free,,Let me live alone to thee.,,(Chorus:),Speak the word and set me free!,Let me live alone to thee.,,Shall I sigh and pray in vain,,Will you still refuse to hear;,Will you not return again,,Must I yield to black despair?,You have taught my heart to pray,,Can you turn your face away?,,(chorus),,Once I thought my mountain strong,,Firmly fixed no more to move;,Then your grace was all my song,,Then my soul was filled with love:,Those were happy golden days,,Sweetly spent in prayer and praise.,,(chorus),,When my friends have said,,"Beware, Soon or late you'll find a change";,I could see no cause for fear,,Vain their caution seemed and strange;,Not a cloud obscured my sky,,Could I think a tempest nigh?,,(chorus),,Little, then, myself I knew,,Little thought of Satan's power;,Now I find their words were true,,Now I feel the stormy hour!,Sin has put my joys to flight,,Sin has changed my day to night.,,(chorus),,Satan asks, and mocks my woe,,"Boaster, where is now your God?",Silence, Lord, this cruel foe,,Let him know I'm bought with blood:,Tell him, since I know your name,,Though I change, you are the same.,,(chorus)
Savior shine and cheer my soul, / Bid my dying hopes revive / Make my wounded spirit whole, / Far away the tempter drive...

Sending

Behold the Throne
Sending Behold the Throne John Newton, 1749. Alt. Davide Marney, 2009 Behold the throne, the throne of grace,,The promise calls and draws us near.,There Jesus shows a smiling face,And waits to hear and answer prayer.,,(Chorus:),My soul, ask what you will,,You cannot be too bold;,Since His own blood He shed,,What else can He withhold?,My soul, ask what you will,,You cannot be too bold;,Since His own blood He shed,,What else can He withhold?,Behold the throne,,the throne of grace,,behold the throne.,,Thine image, Lord, bestow on me,,Thy presence Lord, and all Thy love;,I ask to serve Thee here below,,And reign with Thee in heav'n above.,,(Chorus:),Teach me to live by faith,,Conform my will to Thine;,Give vic'try over death,,And then in glory shine.,Teach me to live by faith,,Conform my will to Thine;,Give vic'try over death,,And then in glory shine.,And there behold,the throne of grace,,behold the throne.,,Beyond our thoughts, our utmost needs,,His love and pow'r alone can bless;,To praying souls He always grants,,More than they know, or can express.,,(Chorus:),That rich, atoning blood,,Which sprinkled round we see,,Provides for those who come,An all-prevailing plea.,It is the Lord's command,forever to provide,,Lord, open up Your hand,,That I may be supplied.,Let me behold,the throne of grace,,behold the throne.
Behold the throne, the throne of grace, / The promise calls, and brings us near. / There Jesus shows a smiling face / And waits to hear and answer prayer...

Testimony