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Order of Worship

Call to Worship

All Glory Be to Christ by Dustin Kensrue

Be Thou My Vision Traditional Irish, translated by Mary E. Byrne (Hymn #382)

Corporate Confession / Pastoral Prayer

The Solid Rock by Edward Mote (Hymn #404)

Corporate Giving

Doxology by Thomas Ken

Sermon Mark 14:43-52

Hymn of the Month: O Church of Christ, Invincible by Matt Boswell, Stuart Townend (Click here to listen)


All Glory Be to Christ

Should nothing of our efforts stand,

No legacy survive;

Unless the Lord does raise the house

In vain its builders strive.

To you who boast tomorrow's gain

Tell me, What is your life?

A mist that vanishes at dawn

All glory be to Christ!


All glory be to Christ our King!

All glory be to Christ!

His rule and reign we'll ever sing;

All glory be to Christ!

Verse 2

His will be done, His Kingdom come,

On earth as is above

Who is Himself our daily bread

Praise Him, the Lord of love!

Let living water satisfy

The thirsty without price;

We'll take a cup of kindness, yet,

All glory be to Christ!


Verse 3

When on the day the great I Am,

The Faithful and the True;

The Lamb who was for sinners slain

Is making all things new!

Behold our God shall live with us

And be our steadfast Light

And we shall e'er his people be

All glory be to Christ!


Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;

Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.

Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,

Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;

I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;

Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;

Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for my fight;

Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;

Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:

Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,

Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:

Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,

High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,

May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!

Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,

Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

The Solid Rock

My hope is built on nothing less

Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.


On Christ, the solid Rock I stand,

All other ground is sinking sand;

All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,

I rest on His unchanging grace.

In every high and stormy gale,

My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,

Support me in the whelming flood.

When all around my soul gives way,

He then is all my Hope and Stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,

Oh, may I then in Him be found.

Dressed in His righteousness alone,

Faultless to stand before the throne.


Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;

Praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

From all that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator’s praise arise;

Let the Redeemer’s Name be sung,

Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends Thy Word.

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns rise and set no more.

Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,

In songs of praise divinely sing;

The great salvation loud proclaim,

And shout for joy the Savior’s Name.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;

Praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

O Church of Christ, Invincible

O Church of Christ, invincible,

The people of the Lord,

Empowered by the Spirit’s breath

And nourished by his word.

His covenant of grace will be

Our portion evermore,

For He who called us will not change,

Our help and our reward.

O chosen people called by grace,

The sons of Abraham,

Who walk by faith and things unseen,

And on His promise stand,

That every nation of the earth

Will hear about this love

That causes broken hearts to heal

And pays our debts with blood.

O Church of Christ in sorrow now,

Where evil lies in wait;

When trials and persecutions come

This light will never fade.

For though the hordes of hell may rage,

Their power will not endure;

Our times are in the Father’s hand,

Our anchor is secure.

O Church of Christ, upon that day

When all are gathered in,

When every tear is wiped away

With every trace of sin;

Where justice, truth and beauty shine,

And death is passed away,

Where God and man will dwell as one

For all eternity.

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