Saturday, June 20, 2020

Sunday Worship

Hymn 686

1 Come, thou fount of every blessing,
   tune my heart to sing thy grace!
   Streams of mercy never ceasing,
   call for songs of loudest praise.
   Teach me some melodious sonnet,
   sung by flaming tongues above.
   Praise the mount! Oh, fix me on it,
   mount of God’s unchanging love.

2 Here I find my greatest treasure;
   hither, by thy help, I’ve come;
   and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
   safely to arrive at home.
   Jesus sought me when a stranger
   wandering from the fold of God;
   he, to rescue me from danger,
   interposed his precious blood.

3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
   daily I’m constrained to be!
   Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
   bind my wandering heart to thee:
   prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
   prone to leave the God I love;
   here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it,
   seal it for thy courts above.

Words: Robert Robinson (1735-1790), alt.
Music: Nettleton, melody from A Repository of Sacred Music, Part II, 1813; harm. Gerre Hancock (b. 1934)

Opening Sentences
Read by Mother Vicki


Jeremiah 20:7-13
Read by Tara Seeley


Psalm 69:8-11;18-20
Read by Tara Seeley

Epistle Romans 6:1b-11
Read by Karen Marchewka


Gospel Matthew 10:24-3
Read by Mother Vicki

Sermon by Mother Vickihttps://youtu.be/AfBvnQlo7Yg

Prayers of the People and Benediction
Read by Mother Vicki and Bob Sirota


Hymn 675

1 Take up your cross, the Savior said,
   if you would my disciple be;
   take up your cross with willing heart,
   and humbly follow after me.

2 Take up your cross, let not its weight
   fill your weak spirit with alarm;
   his strength shall bear your spirit up,
   and brace your heart, and nerve your arm.

3 Take up your cross, heed not the shame,
   and let your foolish heart be still;
   the Lord for you accepted death
   upon a cross, on Calvary’s hill.

4 Take up your cross, then, in his strength,
   and calmly every danger brave:
   it guides you to abundant life
   and leads to victory o’er the grave.

5 Take up your cross, and follow Christ,
   nor think till death to lay it down;
   for only those who bear the cross
   may hope to wear the glorious crown.

Words: Charles William Everest (1814-1877), alt.
Music: Bourbon, melody att. Freeman Lewis (1780-1859); harm. John Leon Hooker (b. 1944)

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