David’s Charge: 1 Kings 2:1-4

Alan Marsden
Sunday, 18 October, 2020 - 10:45

Now thank we all our God
With hearts and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things has done,
In whom his world rejoices;
Who from our mothers' arms
Has blest us on our way
With countless gifts of love
And still is ours today.

Oh, may this bounteous God
Through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts
And blessed peace to cheer us
And keep us in his grace
And guide us when perplexed
And free us from all harm
In this world and the next!

All praise and thanks to God
The Father now be given,
The Son, and him who reigns
With them is highest heaven,
The one eternal God,
Whom earth and heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

Martin Rinkart; Trans. by Catherine Winkworth

Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what Thou art
I am find out the greatness
Of Thy loving heart
Thou has bid me gaze upon Thee
And Thy beauty fills my soul
For by Thy transforming power
Thou has made me whole

Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what Thou art
I am finding out the greatness
Of The loving heart

O, how great Thy loving kindness
Vaster, broader than the sea!
O, how marvelous Thy goodness
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee Beloved
Know what wealth of grace is Thine
Know Thy certainty of promise
And have made it mine

Ever lift Thy face upon me
As I work and wait for Thee
Resting 'neath Thy smile, Lord Jesus
Earth's dark shadows flee
Brightness of my Father's glory
Sunshine of my Father's face
Keep me ever trusting, resting
Fill me with Thy grace

J.S. Piggot

Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine,
The joy and desire of my heart,
For closer communion I pine,
I long to reside where thou art.
The pastures I languish to find
Where all who their shepherd obey
Are fed, on thy bosom reclined,
And screened from the heat of the day.

Ah! show me that happiest place,
The place of thy people’s abode,
Where saints in true happiness gaze
And hang on a crucified God.
Thy love for a sinner declare,
Thy passion and death on the tree;
My spirit to Calvary bear,
To suffer and triumph with thee.

‘Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock,
There only, I covet to rest,
To lie at the foot of the rock,
Or rise to be hid in thy breast.
‘Tis there I would always abide,
And never a moment depart,
Concealed in the cleft of thy side,
Eternally held in thy heart.

How good is the Lord we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend;
His love is as great as His pow’r
And knows neither measure nor end.
’Tis Jesus the first and the last,
Who shall guide us through all to the throne;
We’ll praise Him for all that is past,
We’ll trust Him for all that’s to come

C. Wesley & J. Hart (verse 4)


O how sweet the glorious message,

  Simple faith may claim;

Yesterday, today, forever,

  Jesus is the same.

Still He loves to save the sinful,

  Heal the sick and lame;

Cheer the mourner, still the tempest;

  Glory to His name!


 Yesterday, today, forever,

  Jesus is the same,

All may change, but Jesus never!

  Glory to His name,

  Glory to His name,

  Glory to His name;

All may change, but Jesus never!

    Glory to His name.


He who was the friend of sinners,

  Seeks thee, lost one, now;

Sinner, come, and at His footstool,

  Penitently bow.

He who said, “I’ll not condemn thee,

  Go and sin no more,”

Speaks to thee that word of pardon,

  As in days of yore.


Oft on earth He healed the suff’rer,

  By His mighty hand;

Still our sicknesses and sorrows,

  Go at His command.

He who gave His healing virtue,

  To a woman’s touch;

To the faith that claims His fulness,

  Still will give as much.


As of old He walked to Emmaus,

  With them to abide;

So through all life’s way He walketh,

  Ever near our side.

Soon again we shall behold Him,

  Hasten, Lord, the day!

But ’twill still be “this same Jesus,”

 As He went away.

A.B. Simpson

1 Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go,
Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow;
Everywhere he leads me I would follow, follow on,
Walking in his footsteps till the crown be won.

Follow, follow, I will follow Jesus,
Anywhere, everywhere, I will follow on;
Follow, follow, I will follow Jesus,
Everywhere he leads me I will follow on.

2 Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go,
Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow;
With his hand to lead me I will never, never fear;
Dangers cannot fright me if my Lord is near.

3 Down in the valley, or upon the mountain steep,
Close beside my Saviour would my soul ever keep;
He will lead me safely in the path that he has trod,
Up to where they gather on the hills of God.

W.O. Cushing