Acts 3:17-26

Stephen Jackson
Sunday, 28 June, 2020 - 18:00

Glorious Things

Glorious things of Thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He whose word cannot be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

See! The streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply Thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age.

Saviour, if of Zion’s city
I through grace, a member am,
Let the world deride or pity,
I will glory in Thy Name.
Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,
All his pomp and show;
Solid joys and lasting treasure
None but Zion’s children know.

Words: John Newton

O Church Arise

O church, arise, and put your armour on;
Hear the call of Christ our captain.
For now the weak can say that they are strong
In the strength that God has given.
With shield of faith and belt of truth,
We’ll stand against the devil’s lies;
An army bold, whose battle cry is love,
Reaching out to those in darkness.

Our call to war, to love the captive soul,
But to rage against the captor;
And with the sword that makes the wounded whole,
We will fight with faith and valour.
When faced with trials on every side
We know the outcome is secure,
And Christ will have the prize for which He died,
An inheritance of nations.

Come see the cross, where love and mercy meet,                                                 
As the Son of God is stricken;
Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet,
For the Conqueror has risen!
And as the stone is rolled away,
And Christ emerges from the grave,
This victory march continues till the day
Every eye and heart shall see Him.

So Spirit, come, put strength in every stride,
Give grace for every hurdle,
That we may run with faith to win the prize
Of a servant good and faithful.
As saints of old still line the way,
Retelling triumphs of His grace,
We hear their calls, and hunger for the day
When with Christ we stand in glory.

Stuart Townend and Keith Getty

Rejoice and be Glad

Rejoice and be glad! The Redeemer has come:
Go, look on His cradle, His cross, and His tomb.

Sound His praises, tell the story of Him who was slain;
Sound His praises, tell with gladness He now lives again.

Rejoice and be glad! It is sunshine at last;
The clouds have departed, the shadows are past.

Rejoice and be glad! For the blood has been shed;
Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.

Rejoice and be glad! Now the pardon is free;
The just for the unjust has died on the tree.

Rejoice and be glad! For the Lamb that was slain,
O’er death is triumphant, and now lives again.

Rejoice and be glad! For the King is on high;
He pleads now for us on His throne in the sky.

Rejoice and be glad! For He’s coming again;
He’ll come in great glory, the Lamb that was slain.

Horatius Bonar


Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me;
See, on the portals He’s waiting and watching,
Watching for you and for me.

Come home, come home,
Ye who are weary, come home,
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!

Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,
Pleading for you and for me?
Why should we linger and heed not His mercies,
Mercies for you and for me?

Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing,
Passing from you and from me;
Shadows are gathering, death-beds are coming,
Coming for you and for me.

O, for the wonderful love He has promised,
Promised for you and for me:
Though we have sinned He has mercy and pardon,
Pardon for you and for me.

-William L. Thompson

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton