Prelude
Welcome & News of the Church
Call to Worship
Opening Hymn - (#318) "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing"
Confession, Assurance, and Gloria Patri
Minute for Mission - Operation Christmas Child
Praise Songs
Sermon - "Gratitude: God's In Charge" (I Samuel 2:1–10) - by Rev. Jason Griffice
Hymn of Response - (#454) "Trust and Obey"
Receiving of Our Tithes and Offerings
Offertory - "Once Again" by Matt Redman
Doxology
Pastoral Prayer
Closing Hymn - (#495) "It Is Well With My Soul"
Benediction
Postlude
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
This my glad commemoration
That 'til now I've safely come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love:
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
Amen.
Trust and Obey
When we walk with the Lord
In the light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will,
He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.
CHORUS:
Trust and obey, for there's no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey
Then in fellowship sweet
We will sit at His feet,
Or we'll walk by His side in the way;
What He says we will do,
Where He sends we will go,
Never fear, only trust and obey.
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It Is Well With My Soul
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll—
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is will with my soul.
CHORUS:
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul.
My sin—O the joy of this glorious thought—
My sin, not in par, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul.
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And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll:
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so"—it is well with my soul.
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