CALL TO WORSHIP

PSALM 16:1-11  |  Sing Psalms

​Protect me, O my God;
you are my refuge true.
I said, “You are my Lord: I have
no good apart from you.”

The godly in the land,
for holiness renowned--
They are the glorious ones, in whom
all my delight is found.

Their sorrows will increase
who on false gods rely.
I will not sacrifice to them;
their worship I defy.

O LORD, you are to me
my cup and portion sure;
The share that is assigned to me
you guard and keep secure.

The land allotted me
is in a pleasant site;
And surely my inheritance
to me is a delight.

I’ll praise the LORD my God,
whose counsel guides my choice;
And even in the night, my heart
recalls instruction’s voice.

Before me constantly
I set the LORD alone.
Because he is at my right hand
I’ll not be overthrown.

Therefore my heart is glad;
my tongue with joy will sing.
My body too will rest secure
in hope unwavering.

For you will not allow
my soul in death to stay,
Nor will you leave your Holy One
to see the tomb’s decay.

You have made known to me
the path of life divine.
Bliss shall I know at your right hand;
​joy from your face will shine.
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PRAYER

SCRIPTURE READING  |   Isaiah 53:10-12,  Luke 23:32-43

SERMON  |  Rev Paul Gibson

PRAYER

​HYMN  |  Thine be the glory

Thine be the glory, risen, conquering Son;
 endless is the victory, thou o'er death hast won;
 angels in bright raiment rolled the stone away,
 kept the folded grave clothes where thy body lay.
 Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
 Endless is the vict'ry, thou o'er death hast won.

 Lo! Jesus meets us, risen from the tomb;
 Lovingly he greets us, scatters fear and gloom;
 let the Church with gladness, hymns of triumph sing;
 for her Lord now liveth, death hath lost its sting.
 Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
 Endless is the vict'ry, thou o'er death hast won.

 No more we doubt thee, glorious Prince of life;
 life is naught without thee; aid us in our strife;
 make us more than conquerors, 
 through thy deathless love:
 bring us safe through Jordan to thy home above. 
 Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son,
 Endless is the vict'ry, thou o'er death hast won.

​BENEDICTION