Prelude
Brian Turner Sweet, Sweet Spirit |
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Special Music
Andrea Bailey and Brian Turner A Mighty Fortress is Our God UMH 110 Words and music: Martin Luther EIN' FESTE BURG A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing; our helper he amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe; his craft and power are great, and armed with cruel hate, on earth is not his equal. Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing, were not the right man on our side, the man of God's own choosing. Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same, and he must win the battle. And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us, we will not fear, for God hath willed his truth to triumph through us. The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him; his rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure; one little word shall fell him. That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth; the Spirit and the gifts are ours, through him who with us sideth. Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also; the body they may kill; God's truth abideth still; his kingdom is forever. |
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Message
Pastor John Fowler The Lord Our Refuge |
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Offertory
Andrea Bailey and Brian Turner Be Still, My Soul UMH 534 Words: Katharina von Schlegel Music: Jean Sibelius FINLANDIA Be still, my soul: the Lord is on your side. Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; leave to your God to order and provide; In every change God faithful will remain. Be still, my soul: your best, thy heavenly friend through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. Be still, my soul: your God will undertake to guide the future, as in ages past. Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake; all now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know the Christ who ruled them while he dwelt below. Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on when we shall be forever with the Lord, when disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored. Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past, all safe and blessed we shall meet at last. |
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Children's Message
Kim Garland Squanto, The Miracle of Thanksgiving, Part 2 |
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Postlude
Brian Turner Day By Day arr Howlett |
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