The Thief in the Night 1 Thessalonians 5:1-11

Alan Marsden
Sunday, 21 June, 2020 - 18:00

Hail to the Lord’s Anointed

Hail to the Lord’s Anointed,
Great David’s greater Son;
Hail in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth:
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth.
Before Him on the mountains
Shall Peace, the herald go;
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.

Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing.
For He shall have dominion
O’er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion
Or dove’s light wing can soar.

J. Montgomery

Saviour long Thy Saints

Saviour, long Thy saints have waited –
Centuries have passed away
Since the promise first was given
Of a glorious Advent day.
Grey and old the world is growing,
Loud the scoffer’s boast is heard;
But our hearts are peaceful, knowing
We may rest upon Thy word.

Lo! The fig-tree buds and blossoms;
Lo! The shadows flee away;
Glad we lift our heads expectant,
Brief will now be Thy delay.
Thou to raise the dead art able,
O’er the grave Thou didst prevail:
Heav’n and earth may prove unstable,
But Thy word can never fail.

Precious, precious parting promise!
Sweetly linger in our ears;
Brightly gleam amid our darkness,
Gently soothe away our fears:
Ever nerve us for the conflict,
Ever fill our souls with joy;
Christ will come and will not tarry –
Nothing can our hope destroy.

Mrs H. A. Guinness

When the Trumpet of the Lord

When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,
And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;
When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,
And the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there.

When the roll…is called up yon…der,
When the roll…is called up yon…der,
When the roll…is called up yon…der,
When the roll is called up yonder I’ll be there.

On that bright and cloudless morning, when the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the glory of His resurrection share:
When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

Let us labour for the Master from the dawn till setting sun,
Let us talk of all His wondrous love and care,
Then, when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done,
And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there.

J.M. Black

My Heart and Voice I Raise

My heart and voice I raise,
To spread Messiah’s praise;
Messiah’s praise let all repeat;
The universal Lord,
By whose almighty word
Creation rose in form complete.

A servant’s form He wore,
And in His body bore
Our dreadful curse on Calvary:
He like a victim stood,
And poured His sacred blood,
To set the guilty captives free.

But soon the Victor rose
Triumphant o’er His foes,
And led the vanquished host in chains:
He threw their empire down,
His foes compelled to own,
O’er all the great Messiah reigns.

With mercy’s mildest grace,
He governs all our race
In wisdom, righteousness, and love:
Who to Messiah fly
Shall find redemption nigh,
And all His great salvation prove.

Hail, Saviour, Prince of Peace!
Thy kingdom shall increase,
Till all the world Thy glory see,
And righteousness abound,
As the great deep profound,
And fill the earth with purity!

Benjamin Rhodes

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton