Worship Service December 10, 2017 Isaiah 40:1-11
Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence (Picardy) #7007403 by Gerard Moultrie and Ralph Vaughan Williams Words: Public Domain and Music: Oxford University Press
Verse 1: Let all mortal flesh keep silence, And with fear and trembling stand; Ponder nothing earthly-minded, For with blessing in his hand Christ our God to earth descendeth, Our full homage to demand. Verse 2: King of kings, yet born of Mary, As of old on earth he stood; Lord of lords, in human vesture, In the body and the blood. He will give to all the faithful His own self for heav'nly food. Verse 3: Rank on rank the host of heaven Spreads its vanguard on the way, As the Light of Light de - scendeth From the realms of endless day, That the pow'rs of hell may vanish, As the darkness clears a - way. Verse 4: At his feet the six-winged seraph; Cherubim, with sleepless eye, Veil their faces to the presence, As with ceaseless voice they cry: "Alleluia, alleluia, Alleluia, Lord Most High!"
Come Ye Disconsolate by words by Thomas Moore & Thomas Hastings, music by Bret Rooks Used by Permission
Verse 1: Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish;
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrows that heav'n cannot heal. Verse 2: Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, “Earth has no sorrows that heav'n cannot cure.� Verse 3: Here see the Bread of Life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast prepared; come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrows but heav'n can remove.
Dear Refuge Of My Weary Soul #3112430 by Anne Steele and Kevin Twit 1999 Kevin Twit
Verse 1: Dear refuge of my weary soul, On Thee when sorrows rise, On Thee when waves of troubles roll, My fainting hope relies; To Thee I tell each rising grief, For Thou alone canst heal; Thy word can bring a sweet relief, For every pain I feel. Verse 2: But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call Thee mine; The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline; Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust, And still my soul would cleave to Thee, Though prostrate in the dust. Verse 3: Hast Thou not bid me seek thy face, And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sovereign grace, Be deaf when I complain? No still the ear of sovereign grace, Attends the mourner's prayer; Oh, may I ever find access, To breathe my sorrows there. Verse 4: Thy mercy seat is open still; Here let my soul retreat With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet; Thy mercy seat is open still; Here let my soul retreat With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet.
We Will Feast In The House Of Zion #7041364 by Sandra McCracken
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Chorus: We will feast in the house of Zion; We will sing with our hearts restored. “He has done great things,” we will say together; We will feast and weep no more. Verse 1: We will not be burned by the fire; He is the Lord our God. We are not consumed by the flood; Upheld, protected, gathered up. Chorus: Verse 2: In the dark of night before the dawn, My soul be not afraid; For the promised morning, oh how long! O God of Jacob, be my strength! Chorus: Verse 3: Every vow we’ve broken and betrayed; You are the faithful One, And from the garden to the grave, Bind us together, bring shalom. Chorus:
It Came Upon The Midnight Clear #31078 by Edmund Hamilton Sears and Richard Storrs Willis Public Domain
Verse 1: It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold; "Peace on the earth, good will to men, From heav'n's all-gracious King": The world in solemn stillness lay, To hear the angels sing.
Verse 2: Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heav'nly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hov'ring wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. Verse 3: And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing: O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing. Verse 4: For lo, the days are hast'ning on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold; When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing.