Job 33:27-28

Paul Hayden
Sunday, 20 September, 2020 - 10:45


Join all the glorious names (Isaac Watts)

Of wisdom, love, and pow’r,

That ever mortals knew,

That angels ever bore:

All are too weak to speak His worth,

To poor to set my Saviour forth.


Great Prophet of my God,

My tongue would bless Thy name,

By Thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came,

The joyful news of sins forgiv’n,

Of hell subdued, and peace with Heav’n.


Jesus, my great High Priest,

Offered His blood, and died;

My guilty conscience seeks

No sacrifice beside;

The pow’r of His atoning blood

Has won acceptance with my God.


Thou art my Counselor,

My Pattern, and my Guide,

And Thou my Shepherd art;

Oh, keep me near Thy side;

Nor let my feet e’er turn astray

To wander in the crooked way.


My dear almighty Lord,

My Conqu’ror and my King,

Thy scepter and Thy sword,

Thy reigning grace I sing:

Thine is the pow’r; behold, I sit

In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.


Now let my soul arise,

And tread the tempter down;

My Captain leads me forth

To conquest and a crown:

A feeble saint shall win the day,

Though death and hell obstruct the way.


Should all the hosts of death,

And pow’rs of hell unknown,

Put their most dreadful forms

Of rage and mischief on,

I shall be safe, for Christ displays

Superior pow’r, and guardian grace


Eternal light, eternal light! (T. Binney)
how pure the soul must be
when, placed within your searching sight,
it does not fear, but with delight
can face such majesty.

The spirits who surround your throne
may bear that burning bliss;
but that is surely theirs alone,
since they have never, never known
a fallen world like this.

There is a way for man to rise
to that sublime abode:
an offering and a sacrifice,
a Holy Spirit’s energies,
an advocate with God.

Such grace prepares us for the sight
of holiness above;
the child of ignorance and night
may dwell in the eternal light,
through the eternal love.


Metrical Psalm 139:v1-10 (Scottosh Psalter):

 O Lord, thou hast me searched and known.
      Thou know'st my sitting down,
    And rising up; yea, all my thoughts
       afar to thee are known.

   My footsteps, and my lying down,
       thou compassest always;
    Thou also most entirely art
       acquaint with all my ways.

  For in my tongue, before I speak,
       not any word can be,
    But altogether, lo, O Lord,
       it is well known to thee.

   Behind, before, thou hast beset,
       and laid on me thine hand.
   Such knowledge is too strange for me,
       too high to understand.

   From thy Sp'rit whither shall I go?
       or from thy presence fly?
  Ascend I heav'n, lo, thou art there;
       there, if in hell I lie.

  Take I the morning wings, and dwell
       in utmost parts of sea;
  Ev'n there, Lord, shall thy hand me lead,
       thy right hand hold shall me.

Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound (J. Newton)
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas Grace that taught my heart to fear,
And Grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come.
'Tis Grace hath brought me safe thus far
And Grace will lead me home.

When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.