SUNDAY 2 August 2020
EVENING ORDER OF SERVICE 18:00
Notices and Welcome
I sing the Almighty Power
Rosslyn Book Table Ministry
What shall I do my God to love
Lord speak to me
Rejoice, believer in the Lord
The St Michael Singers,
The Hymnmakers: Isaac Watts, Newton & Cowper & Charles Wesley vol 2.
I sing the Almighty Power of God
that made The mountains rise,
that spread the flowing seas abroad
and built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
the sun to rule the day;
the moon shines full at His command,
and all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord
that filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His word
and then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed,
where’er I turn mine eyes,
if I survey the ground I tread
or gaze upon the skies.
His hand is my perpetual guard
He guides me with His eye;
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?
What shall I do, my God to love,
my loving God to praise!
The length, and breadth, and height to prove
and depth of sovereign grace?
Thy sovereign grace to all extends,
immense and unconfined;
From age to age it never ends,
it reaches all mankind.
Throughout the world its breadth is known,
wide as infinity,
so wide it never passed by one;
or it had passed by me.
My trespass was grown up to Heaven;
But far above the skies,
in Christ abundantly forgiven,
I see Thy mercies rise!
The depth of all-redeeming love,
what angel-tongue can tell?
O may I to the utmost prove
the gift unspeakable!
Come quickly, then, my Lord, and take
possession of Thine own;
My longing heart vouchsafe to make
Thine everlasting throne.
Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
in living echoes of Thy tone;
as Thou has sought, so let me seek
Thine erring children lost and lone.
Oh, lead me, Lord, that I may lead
The wand’ring and the wav’ring feet;
Oh, feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hung’ring ones with manna sweet.
Oh, strengthen me, that while I stand
Firm on the rock, and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea
Oh, teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious things Thou dost impart.
And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart.
Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing pow’r
A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.
Oh, fill me with Thy fullness, Lord,
Until my very heart o’erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
Oh, use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where,
Until Thy blessed face I see,
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.
Frances R Havergal
Rejoice, believer, in the Lord,
Who makes your cause His own;
The hope that's built upon His word
can be overthrown.
Though many foes beset your road,
and feeble is your arm,
your life is hid with Christ in God
beyond the reach of harm.
Weak as you are, you shall not faint;
or fainting shall not die;
Jesus, strength of ev'ry saint,
will aid you from on high.
Though unperceived by mortal sense,
faith sees Him always near,
a guide, a glory, sure defence;
Then what have you to fear?
As surely as He overcame
and triumphed once for you,
so surely you that love His name
shall in Him triumph too.