50. 28.02.2021 Luke 23:44-49 - "Sunnyhill" Herne Bay Evangelical Free Church

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50. 28.02.2021 Luke 23:44-49

Special Service
Audio Service - 28/02/2021

  • Introduction

  • Hymn

Your mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
the joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue;
your free grace alone, from the first to the last,
has won my affections, and bound my soul fast.

2. Your mercy in Jesus has freed me from hell;
its glories I’ll sing and its wonders I’ll tell;
this Jesus my friend, when he hung on the tree,
there opened the channel of mercy for me.

3. The door of your mercy stands open to all-
the poor and the needy, whoever shall call;
no sinner who comes seeking mercy today
is ever by Jesus sent empty away.

4. Great Father of mercies, your goodness I own,
and the covenant love of your crucified Son;
all praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine
seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.

  • O.T. Bible Reading

Psalm 31

 In you, O LORD, do I take refuge;
   let me never be put to shame;
   in your righteousness deliver me!
2  Incline your ear to me;
         rescue me speedily!
   Be a rock of refuge for me,
         a strong fortress to save me!
3  For you are my rock and my fortress;
   and for your name’s sake you lead me and guide me;
4  you take me out of the net they have hidden for me,
   for you are my refuge.
5  Into your hand I commit my spirit;
   you have redeemed me, O LORD, faithful God.
6  I hate those who pay regard to worthless idols,
   but I trust in the LORD.
7  I will rejoice and be glad in your steadfast love,
   because you have seen my affliction;
   you have known the distress of my soul,
8  and you have not delivered me into the hand of the enemy;
   you have set my feet in a broad place.
9 ¶  Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress;
   my eye is wasted from grief;
   my soul and my body also.
10  For my life is spent with sorrow,
         and my years with sighing;
   my strength fails because of my iniquity,
         and my bones waste away.
11  Because of all my adversaries I have become a reproach,
         especially to my neighbours,
   and an object of dread to my acquaintances;
         those who see me in the street flee from me.
12  I have been forgotten like one who is dead;
   I have become like a broken vessel.
13  For I hear the whispering of many—
         terror on every side!—
   as they scheme together against me,
         as they plot to take my life.
14  But I trust in you, O LORD;
   I say, “You are my God.”
15  My times are in your hand;
   rescue me from the hand of my enemies and from my persecutors!
16  Make your face shine on your servant;
   save me in your steadfast love!
17  O LORD, let me not be put to shame,
         for I call upon you;
   let the wicked be put to shame;
         let them go silently to Sheol.
18  Let the lying lips be mute,
   which speak insolently against the righteous
   in pride and contempt.
19 ¶  Oh, how abundant is your goodness,
         which you have stored up for those who fear you
   and worked for those who take refuge in you,
         in the sight of the children of mankind!
20  In the cover of your presence you hide them
         from the plots of men;
   you store them in your shelter
         from the strife of tongues.
21  Blessed be the LORD,
   for he has wondrously shown his steadfast love to me
   when I was in a besieged city.
22  I had said in my alarm,
         “I am cut off from your sight.”
   But you heard the voice of my pleas for mercy
         when I cried to you for help.
23  Love the LORD, all you his saints!
   The LORD preserves the faithful
   but abundantly repays the one who acts in pride.
24  Be strong, and let your heart take courage,
   all you who wait for the LORD!

  • Hymn

In you, O Lord, I find my refuge;
never let me be put to shame!
My rock, my fortress, help me, guide me:
come for the sake of your great name!

2. Into your hands I trust my spirit,
Lord God of truth, redeeming me:
from falsehood and from fears you save me;
you gave me space and I was free.

3. Now once again show me your mercy;
these heavy years are filled with grief:
friend, foe and neighbour all discard me,
leave me for dead, with no relief.

4. I hear the whispering tongues of many;
fears lie in wait on every side:
they have been plotting all together;
threats to my life are multiplied.

5. But as for me, I trust in you, Lord;
I said that you, O God, are mine:
my times are in your hands—O save me
from all their hands, by grace divine!

6. O let your face shine on your servant!
Save me by your unfailing love:
let me not share the fate of liars;
come with your mercies from above.

7. For those who fear you, such great goodness,
your treasured blessings, are outpoured;
in your safe dwelling you protect me
from wounds and words—I praise you, Lord!

8. He showed his love within the city,
guarding his people, judging wrong:
love him, all you who trust his mercy;
take heart, and in the Lord be strong!

  • NT Bible Reading

Luke 23:44-49

It was now about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour, while the sun’s light failed. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last. Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, “Certainly this man was innocent!” And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts. And all his acquaintances and the women who had followed him from Galilee stood at a distance watching these things.

  • Hymn

Sovereign ruler of the skies,
ever gracious, ever wise,
all my times are in your hand,
all events at your command.

2. He that formed me in the womb
guides my footsteps till the tomb;
all my times shall ever be
ordered by his wise decree.

3. Times of sickness, times of health,
times of poverty or wealth,
times of trial, times of grief,
times of triumph and relief;

4. Times the tempter’s power is faced,
times a Saviour’s love to taste-
all must come, and last, and end,
as shall please my heavenly friend.

5. Mortal dangers round me fly;
till he bids, I cannot die;
not a single arrow hits
till, in love, our God permits.

6. God all-gracious, wise and just,
in your hands my life I trust;
you at all times I will bless:
having you, I all possess.

  • Prayer

  • Hymn

Approach with awe this holiest place,
the last of death’s domain;
the shuttered heavens hide their face,
the powers of darkness reign;
for there beneath those sombre skies
the Prince of life, forsaken, dies.

2. The Prince of life! For us he came
from that high throne above,
his cross the measure of our shame,
his death the price of love;
and at his cross, my soul, begin
to feel the weight of love and sin.

3. Can this poor broken form be he
who taught the words of truth,
who strode the hills of Galilee
in all the flower of youth?
Can this be he, this lifeless head,
with grace and strength and beauty fled?

4. By wood and nails the work is done
that answers all our need,
the prize of full salvation won,
the ransomed sinner freed.
Draw near with faith, my soul, and see
the Prince of life who died for me.

5. The Prince of life! While time shall last
his cross and grave remain
sure signs of sin and sorrow past,
bright morning come again:
an empty cross, an empty grave,
a risen Christ to seek and save!

  • Hymn

I will glory in my redeemer,
whose priceless blood has ransomed me.
Mine was the sin that drove the bitter nails,
and hung him on that judgement tree.
I will glory in my Redeemer,
who crushed the power of sin and death,
my only Saviour before the holy Judge:
the Lamb who is my righteousness,
the Lamb who is my righteousness.

2. I will glory in my Redeemer:
my life he bought, my love he owns.
I have no longings for another;
I’m satisfied in him alone.
I will glory in my Redeemer,
his faithfulness my standing-place.
Though foes are mighty and rush upon me,
my feet are firm, held by his grace,
my feet are firm, held by his grace.

3. I will glory in my Redeemer,
who carries me on eagles’ wings.
He crowns my life with loving-kindness,
his triumph song I’ll ever sing.
I will glory in my Redeemer,
who waits for me at gates of gold,
and when he calls me, it will be paradise
his face for ever to behold,
his face for ever to behold.

  • Grace

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