You are invited to worship God with us on Sunday morning, 1st March, 10:45am.
You can do this in person at Middleton Chapel [YO188PA]
https://middletonchapel.com
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The preacher will be [d.v.]: William Horsburgh
The Sermon will be: God's Love on Show
The Scripture is: 1 John 4:9,10
We will celebrate the Lord's Supper during the morning service.
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HYMNS:
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LOVED with everlasting love,
led by grace that love to know,
Spirit, breathing from above,
You have taught me it is so.
O this full and perfect peace!
O this rapture all divine!
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His and He is mine.
2 Heaven above is softer blue,
earth around is sweeter green;
something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen:
birds with gladder songs o’erflow,
flowers with deeper beauties shine,
since I know, as now I know,
I am His and He is mine.
3 His for ever, only His;
who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah, with what a rest of bliss
Christ can fill the loving heart!
Heaven and earth may fade and flee,
first-born light in gloom decline,
but while God and I shall be,
I am His and He is mine.
George Wade Robinson, 1838-77
803:
O LOVE, that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
that in Thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.
2 O Light, that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be.
3 O Joy, that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be.
4 O cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.
George Matheson, 1842-1906
436
HE lovèd me, and gave Himself for me;
amazing love, amazing sacrifice!
I’ll take my harp down from the willow tree,
and bid its note in praise of Jesus rise.
2 He lovèd me, and gave Himself for me;
and surely I myself to Him will give;
none, Jesus will I ever love like Thee,
and to Thy glory only will I live.
3 O when I stand ̓mid yonder shining throng,
and on fair Canaan’s coast my Saviour see,
I’ll add this chorus to the swelling song,
‘He lovèd me, and gave Himself for me.’
Fergus Ferguson, 1824-97
225
I HAVE a friend whose faithful love
is more than all the world to me,
’tis higher than the heights above,
and deeper than the soundless sea;
so old, so new, so strong, so true;
before the earth received its frame,
He loved me – blessèd be His Name!
2 He held the highest place above,
adored by all the sons of flame,
yet, such His self-denying love,
He laid aside His crown and came
to seek the lost, and, at the cost
of heavenly rank and earthly fame,
He sought me – blessèd be His Name!
3 It was a lonely path He trod,
from every human soul apart,
known only to Himself and God
was all the grief that filled His heart:
yet from the track He turned not back
till where I lay in want and shame
He found me – blessèd be His Name!
4 Then dawned at last that day of dread
when, desolate but undismayed,
with wearied frame and thorn-crowned head
He, now forsaken and betrayed,
went up for me to Calvary,
and dying there in grief and shame
He saved me – blessèd be His Name!
5 Long as I live my song shall tell
the wonders of His matchless love:
and when at last I rise to dwell
in the bright home prepared above,
my joy shall be His face to see,
and bowing then with loud acclaim,
I’ll praise Him – blessèd be His Name!
C A Tydeman
