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Sunday Service Audio 28th June

Please find the audio service for 28th June below.

Sunday 28th June

 


 

1                      Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
                        pilgrim through this barren land;
                        I am weak, but thou art mighty;
                        hold me with thy powerful hand:
                        Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven,
            *           feed me till my want is o’er.

 

2                      Open now the crystal fountain
                        whence the healing stream doth flow;
                        let the fire and cloudy pillar
                        lead me all my journey through:
                        strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer,
            *           be thou still my strength and shield.

 

3                      When I tread the verge of Jordan,
                        bid my anxious fears subside!
                        Death of death, and hell’s destruction,
                        land me safe on Canaan’s side!
                        Songs of praises, songs of praises,
            *           I will ever give to thee.

           

*           The last line of each verse is repeated.


1         The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want;
           he makes me down to lie
           in pastures green; he leadeth me
           the quiet waters by.

2         My soul he doth restore again,
           and me to walk doth make
           within the paths of righteousness,
           e'en for his own name's sake.

3        Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale,
          yet will I fear none ill,
          for thou art with me; and thy rod
          and staff me comfort still.

4        My table thou hast furnished
          in presence of my foes;
          my head thou dost with oil anoint,
          and my cup overflows.

5       Goodness and mercy all my life
         shall surely follow me;
         and in God's house forevermore
         my dwelling place shall be.


1        And can it be, that I should gain
          an interest in the Saviour’s blood?
          Died he for me, who caused his pain —
          for me, who him to death pursued?
       *  Amazing love! how can it be
          that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

2        ’Tis mystery all: the Immortal dies!
          Who can explore his strange design?
          In vain the first born seraph tries
          to sound the depths of love divine.
          ’Tis mercy all!  Let earth adore,
          let angel minds inquire no more.

3        He left his Father’s throne above, —
          so free, so infinite his grace —
          emptied himself of all but love,
          and bled for Adam’s helpless race:
          ’tis mercy all, immense and free;
          for, O my God, it found out me!

4        Long my imprisoned spirit lay
          fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
          thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
          I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
          my chains fell off, my heart was free,
          I rose, went forth, and followed thee.

5        No condemnation now I dread;
          Jesus, and all in him, is mine!
          Alive in him, my living Head,
          and clothed in righteousness divine,
          bold I approach the eternal throne,
          and claim the crown, through Christ, my own.

       *  lines 5 and 6 of each verse are repeated.

Charles Wesley (1707–1788)