Streaming Sunday Worship:

You are invited to worship God with us on Sunday morning, 22nd February, 10:45am.

You can do this in person at Middleton Chapel [YO188PA] 

or join us online at: 

www.youtube.com/c/MiddletonChapel

The preacher will be [d.v.]: William Horsburgh

The Sermon will be: When Love’s In Control

The Scripture is: 2 Corinthians 5:14

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HYMNS:

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THERE is a name I love to hear;

I love to sing its worth;

it sounds like music in mine ear,

the sweetest name on earth.

Oh how I love the Saviour’s name,

Oh how I love the Saviour’s name,

Oh how I love the Saviour’s name,

the sweetest name on earth.

2 It tells me of a Saviour’s love,

who died to set me free;

it tells me of His precious blood,

the sinner’s perfect plea.

3 It tells of One whose loving heart

can feel my deepest woe,

who in my sorrow bears a part

that none can bear below.

4 Jesus, the name I love so well,

the name I love to hear:

no saint on earth its worth can tell,

no heart conceive how dear.

5 This name shall shed its fragrance still

along life’s thorny road,

shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill

that leads me up to God.

6 And there, with all the blood-bought throng,

from sin and sorrow free,

I’ll sing the new eternal song

of Jesus’ love to me.

Frederick Whitfield, 1829-1904

SONG: God of Creation Psalm 90

God of Creation from eternity.

You are forever, You will always be.

You have journeyed with us, all our days.

You are our Lord and You know all our ways.

Ere the mountains were formed by You

Or world and earth were brought forth.

You have been our dwelling place, our everlasting home.

Time to You is a passing night.

Thousands of years are but as yesterday.

We, like fleeting shadows take our flight

And as the flowers, we quickly fade away.

All our days are but toil and strife.

Our years unfold, end with a sigh.

All our sins which we try to hide

Are not concealed from You.

You came and dwelt with Adam’s fallen race.

Sought us out in love, in truth and grace.

Gave up Your life for us, endured the cross.

Now, for Your sake we count all else as loss.

Teach us Lord, to number all our days.

Give ourselves to wisdom, love and praise.

Grant in Your mercy that we may rejoice.

Serving You with hearts and hands and voice.      

Anthony Robertson wrote the words in 2010 and they are copyrighted with Pty Ltd / Universal Music. The music was written by Ulrich Roever and Michael Kiev so if Ccli is right the music is no longer copyrighted, just the words.

377

I LOVE Your kingdom, Lord,

the house of Your abode,

the church our blest Redeemer saved

with His own precious blood.

2 I love Your church, O God:

her walls before You stand,

dear as the apple of Your eye,

and graven on Your hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall,

for her my prayers ascend;

to her my cares and toils be given,

till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

her sweet communion, solemn vows,

her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus our Friend divine,

our Saviour and our King,

Your hand from every snare and foe

shall great deliverance bring.

6 Sure as Your truth shall last,

to Zion shall be given

the brightest glories earth can yield,

and brighter bliss of heaven.

Timothy Dwight, 1752-1817

572

GOD made me for Himself, to serve Him here,

with love’s pure service and in childlike fear;

to show His praise, for Him to labour now;

then see His glory where the angels bow.

2 All needful grace was mine through His dear Son,

whose life and death my full salvation won;

the grace that would have strengthened me, and taught;

grace that would crown me when my work was wrought.

3 And I, poor sinner, cast it all away;

lived for the toil or pleasure of each day;

as if no Christ had shed His precious blood,

as if I owed no homage to my God.

4 O Holy Spirit, with Your fire divine,

melt into tears this thankless heart of mine;

teach me to love what once I seemed to hate,

and live to God before it be too late.

Henry Williams Baker, 1821-71