July 12, 2020


Passing of the Peace: Though we are separated by distance our hearts are one in Christ. The peace of Christ be with you!

Call to worship:
You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
Songs of Praise
O Worship the King (Robert Grant, 1833, from Psalm 104; tune J.M. Haydn)

O worship the King all glorious above,
O gratefully sing his pow’r and his love;
Our shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.

O tell of his might, O sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

Your bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air; it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain;
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In you do we trust, nor find you to fail;
Your mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

Shout to the North (Martin Smith, 1995)

Men of faith, rise up and sing of the great and glorious King.
You are strong when you feel weak; in your brokenness, complete.

Chorus: Shout to the north and the south,
Sing to the east and the west.
Jesus is Savior to all,
Lord of heaven and earth.

Rise up, women of the truth; stand and sing to broken hearts.
Who can know the healing pow’r of our awesome King of love? (Chorus)

We’ve been through fire, we’re been through rain,
We’ve been refined by the por’ of His name.
We’ve fallen deeper in love with You;
You’ve burned the truth on our lips! (Chorus)

Rise up, Church with broken wings; fill this place with songs again,
Of our God who reigns on high; by His grace again we’ll fly.

Shout to the north and the south,
Sing to the east and the west.
Jesus is Savior to all,
Lord of heaven and earth,
He is Lord of heaven and earth,
You are Lord of heaven and earth.

I am Not Alone (Kari Jobe and friends, 2015)

When I walk through deep waters,
I know that you will be with me.
When I’m standing in the fire
I will not be overcome.
Through the valley of the shadow
I will not fear…

Chorus: I am not alone, I am not alone;
You will go before me, you will never leave me.
I am not alone, I am not alone;
You will go before me, you will never leave me.

In the midst of deep sorrow,
I see your light is breaking through.
The dark of night will not overtake me;
I am pressing in to you.
Lord, you fight my every battle, and I will not fear… (Chorus)

You amaze me, redeem, you call me as your own (4x)

You’re my Strength, you’re my Defender,
you’re my Refuge in the storm.
Through these trials you’ve always been faithful;
You bring healing to my soul… (Chorus)


Respond in Praise:

I Will Sing of My Redeemer (Philip Bliss, 1876; tune James McGranahan)

I will sing of my Redeemer, and his wondrous love to me:
On the cruel cross he suffered from the curse to set me free.

Sing, O sing of my Redeemer!
With his blood he purchased me;
On the cross he sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt and made me free.

I will tell the wondrous story, how my lost estate to save,
In his boundless love and mercy, he the ransom freely gave. (Chorus)

I will sing of my Redeemer and his heavn’ly love to me;
He from death to life has brought me, Son of God, with him to be. (Chorus)

Scripture Reading: Luke 4:17-19 Isaiah 61:11

This is the Word of the Lord.
Sermon: “How Does Your Garden Grow?” John Northrup

Hymn of Dedication:

My Worth is Not in What I Own (Keith & Kristyn Getty, Graham Kendrick, 2017)

My worth is not in what I own,
not in the strength of flesh and bone,
but in the costly wounds of love
at the Cross.

My worth is not in skill or name,
in win or lose, in pride or shame,
but in the blood of Christ that flowed
at the Cross.

I rejoice in my Redeemer,
Greatest Treasure, Wellspring of my soul.
I will trust in Him, no other;
My soul is satisfied in Him alone.

As summer flowers we fade and die;
fame, youth and beauty hurry by.
But life eternal calls to us
at the Cross

I will not boast in wealth or might,
or human wisdom’s fleeting light.
But I will boast in knowing Christ
at the Cross. (Chorus)

Two wonders here that I confess:
my worth and my unworthiness.
My value fixed, my ransom paid
at the Cross (Chorus 2x)

Lord’s Prayer:
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors.
Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil:
for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory. Amen

Hymn of Thanksgiving:

It is Well with My Soul (Horatio Spafford, 1873; tune Philip Bliss, 1876)

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well with my soul.”

It is well…
With my soul…
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
let this blest assurance control:
that Christ has regarded my helpless estate
and has shed his own blood for my soul. (Chorus)

My sin—O the bliss of this glorious thought!
my sin, not in part, but the whole,
is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! (Chorus)

And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
the clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
the trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend:
“Even so”—it is well with my soul. (Chorus)