Come join us for Sunday Service @ 10 AM  

 Presiding & Preach Pastor Rick  at 10 AM service

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Sunday Service – June 22 2024 V4 Internet 2nd Sunday after Pentecost

New Songs for Sunday:

Hymn – Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent

Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence         LBW #198

Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence         LBW #198

Let all mortal flesh keep silence, and with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly-minded, for with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth, comes our homage to demand.

King of kings, yet born of Mary, as of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture, In the body and the blood,
He will give to all the faithful His own self for heav’nly food.

Rank on rank the host of heaven Spreads its vanguard on the way;
As the Light of light descendeth From the realms of endless day,
Comes, the pow’rs of hell to vanquish, As the darkness clears away.

At His feet the six-winged seraph, Cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence, As with ceaseless voice they cry:
“Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Lord Most High!”

Text: Liturgy of St. James; tr. Gerard Moultrie, 1829-1885, alt

Tune: French Folk Tune, 17^th cent.

Who is that Host Arrayed in White

Who is This Host Arrayed in White      LBW #314

Who is this host arrayed in white Like thousand snow-clad mountains bright,

That stands with palms and sings its psalms Before the throne of light?

These are the saints who kept God’s Word; They are the honored of the Lord.

He is their prince who drowned their sins, So they were cleansed, restored.

They now serve God both day and night; They sing their songs in endless light.

Their anthems ring when they all sing With angels shining bright.

On earth their work was not thought wise, But see them now in heaven’s eyes;

Before God’s throne of precious stone They shout their vict’ry cries.

On earth they wept through bitter years; Now God has wiped away their tears,

Transformed their strife to heav’nly life, And freed them from their fears.

For now they have the best at last; They keep their sweet eternal feast.

At God’s right hand our Lord commands; He is both host and guest.

O blessed saints, now take your rest; A thousand times shall you be blest

For keeping faith firm unto death And scorning worldly trust.

For now you live at home with God And harvest seeds once cast abroad

In tears and sighs. See with new eyes.  The pattern in the seed.

The myriad angels raise their song.  O saints, sing with that happy throng;

Lift up one voice; let heav’n rejoice In our Redeemer’s song!

© Text Hans A. Bronson, 1694-1764; tr. Gracia Grindal, b. 1943

Tune: Norwegian Folk Song, 17^th cent.