You are invited to worship God with us on Sunday morning, 12th July, 10:45am.
You can do this in person at Middleton Chapel [YO188PA]
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The preacher will be [d.v.]: Simon Ward
The Sermon will subject will be:
The Scripture is: 1 Kings chapter 19
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HYMNS:
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IMMORTAL, invisible, God only wise,
in light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
almighty, victorious, Thy great Name we praise.
2 Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
nor wanting, nor wasting, Thou rulest in might;
Thy justice like mountains high soaring above,
Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.
3 To all life Thou givest, to both great and small;
in all life Thou livest, the true life of all;
we blossom and flourish as leaves on the tree,
and wither and perish – but nought changeth Thee.
4 Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight;
all praise we would render; O help us to see
’tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee.
5 Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
in light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
almighty, victorious, Thy great Name we praise.
Walter Chalmers Smith, 1824-1908
310
JESUS shall reign where’er the sun
does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 To Him shall endless prayer be made,
and praises throng to crown His head;
His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
with every morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms of every tongue
dwell on His love with sweetest song;
and infant voices shall proclaim
their early blessings on His Name.
4 Blessings abound where’er He reigns:
the prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
the weary find eternal rest,
and all the sons of want are blest.
5 Where He displays His healing power,
death and the curse are known no more;
in Him the tribes of Adam boast
more blessings than their father lost.
6 Let every creature rise and bring
their highest honours to our King;
angels descend with songs again,
and earth repeat the loud ‘Amen’.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
586
MY hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
all other ground is sinking sand.
2 When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
in every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.
3 His oath, His cov’nant, and His blood,
support me in the whelming flood;
when all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
4 When He shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in Him be found!
clothed in His righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne.
Edward Mote, 1797-1874
765
WHO is on the Lord’s side?
Who will serve the King?
Who will be His helpers
other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world’s side?
Who will face the foe?
Who is on the Lord’s side?
Who for Him will go?
By Thy call of mercy,
by Thy grace divine,
we are on the Lord’s side;
Saviour, we are Thine.
2 Jesus, Thou hast bought us,
not with gold or gem,
but with Thine own life-blood,
for Thy diadem.
With Thy blessing filling
each who comes to Thee,
Thou hast made us willing,
Thou hast made us free.
By Thy great redemption,
by Thy grace divine,
we are on the Lord’s side;
Saviour, we are Thine.
3 Fierce may be the conflict,
strong may be the foe;
but the King’s own army
none can overthrow.
Round His standard ranging,
victory is secure;
for His truth unchanging
makes the triumph sure.
Joyfully enlisting,
by Thy grace divine,
we are on the Lord’s side;
Saviour, we are Thine.
4 Chosen to be soldiers
in an alien land,
chosen, called, and faithful,
for our Captain’s band,
in the service royal
let us not grow cold;
let us be right loyal,
noble, true, and bold.
Master Thou wilt keep us,
by Thy grace divine,
always on the Lord’s side,
Saviour, always Thine.
Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-79
Middleton Chapel, near Pickering. 