Acts 3:1-10
Welcome to our Sunday evening service.
O love that wilt not let me go
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 rapture, when Jesus we see.
Fanny J. Crosby
Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
Whose trust, ever childlike, no cares could destroy,
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
Your bliss in our hearts, Lord, at the break of the day.
Lord of all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
Whose strong hands were skilled at the plane and the lathe;
Be there at our labours, and give us, we pray,
Your strength in our hearts, Lord, at the noon of the day.
Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
Your hands swift to welcome, Your arms to embrace;
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
Your love in our hearts, Lord, at the eve of the day.
Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
Whose voice is contentment, whose presence is balm;
Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
Your peace in our hearts, Lord, at the end of the day.
Jan Struther
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee:
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee:
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee:
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
O cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
George Matheson
Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night,
Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come;
Into Your freedom, gladness and light,
Jesus, I come to You.
Out of my sickness into Your health,
Out of my want and into Your wealth,
Out of my sin and into Yourself,
Jesus, I come to You.
Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come;
Into the glorious gain of Your cross,
Jesus, I come to You.
Out of earth’s sorrows into Your balm,
Out of life’s storm and into Your calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to You.
Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come;
Into Your blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to You.
Out of myself to dwell in Your love,
Out of despair into joy from above,
Upward for ever on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to You.
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come;
Into the joy and light of Your home,
Jesus, I come to You.
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of Your sheltering fold,
Ever Your glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to You.
William True Sleeper
Sunday Worship 10.45am & 6.00pm