Prelude Suzannah Waddington, soprano

What a Savior! Edwin Childs

“Man of Sorrows!” what a name for the Son of God, who came ruined sinners to reclaim: What a Savior! Bearing shame and scoffing rude, in my place condemned he stood, sealed my pardon with his blood: What a Savior! Guilty, vile, and helpless we, spotless Lamb of God was he; full atonement! Can it be? What a Savior! Lifted up was he to die,”It is finished!” was his cry; now in heaven exalted high: What a Savior! When he comes, our glorious King, all his ransomed home to bring, then anew this song we’ll sing, Hallelujah! “Man of Sorrows!” what a name for the Son of God, who came ruined sinners to reclaim: What a Savior!

Call to Worship

Doxology (Trinity Hymnal 731) Old Hundredth

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow; praise Him, all creatures here below;

Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host; praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.

Prayer of Confession and Adoration

Everlasting Father, have mercy on me, a sinner. If ever I am saved, it will be by goodness undeserved and astonishing, not by mercy alone but by abundant mercy, not by grace but by exceeding riches of grace. You have devised means to rescue me from sin’s perdition, to restore me to happiness, honor, and safety. I bless you for the everlasting covenant, for the appointment of a Mediator. I rejoice that he failed not, nor was discouraged, but accomplished the work you gave him to do; and said on the cross, “It is finished.” I exult in the thought that your justice is satisfied, your truth established, your law magnified, and a foundation is laid for my hope. I look to Christ and say, surely he has borne my griefs, carried my sorrows, won my peace, healed my soul. Justified by his blood, I am saved by his life, glorying in his cross, I humbly bow before him as my Savior and King. Amen.

Hymn 252: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross Hamburg

When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of glory died,
my richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ my God:
all the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

See, from his head, his hands, his feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down:
did e’er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small;
love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.

Responsive Reading: Psalm 16

Preserve me, O God, for in you I take refuge.
I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you.”
As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight.
The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply; their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out or take their names on my lips.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
I bless the Lord who gives me counsel; in the night also my heart instructs me.
I have set the Lord always before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices; my flesh also dwells secure.
For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol, or let your holy one see corruption.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.

Prayer of Intercession

Hymn 247: O Sacred Head, Now Wounded Passion Chorale

O sacred Head, now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down;
now scornfully surrounded with thorns, thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine.

What thou, my Lord, hast suffered was all for sinners’ gain:
mine, mine was the transgression, but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ‘Tis I deserve thy place;
look on me with thy favor, vouchsafe to me thy grace.

What language shall I borrow to thank thee, dearest Friend,
for this, thy dying sorrow, thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever; and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to thee.

Offering Prayer

(Offerings may be given online at tenth.org/give or checks may be mailed to the church address: 1701 Delancey Street, Philadelphia, PA 19103)

Offertory: He Was Wounded Craig Courtney

He was wounded for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities. The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him. And with His wounds we are healed. He was despised, He was rejected, one from whom men hide their faces. Man of sorrows, with grief acquainted, we esteemed Him not. All we like sheep have gone astray, each of us turned to his own way, and the Lord has laid on Him all of our sin. Surely He took up all of our suffering. Surely He carried our sorrows. Yet we considered Him afflicted, smitten, stricken by God.

Suzannah Waddington, soprano

Scripture Reading: Hebrews 9:24–28

24 For Christ has entered, not into holy places made with hands, which are copies of the true things, but into heaven itself, now to appear in the presence of God on our behalf. 25 Nor was it to offer himself repeatedly, as the high priest enters the holy places every year with blood not his own, 26 for then he would have had to suffer repeatedly since the foundation of the world. But as it is, he has appeared once for all at the end of the ages to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself. 27 And just as it is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment, 28 so Christ, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin but to save those who are eagerly waiting for him.

Sermon: Once for All Dr. Liam Goligher

Hymn 535: O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus Ebenezer

O the deep, deep love of Jesus! Vast, unmeasured, boundless, free;
rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me.
Underneath me, all around me, is the current of thy love;
leading onward, leading homeward, to thy glorious rest above.

O the deep, deep love of Jesus! Spread his praise from shore to shore;
how he loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore;
how he watches o’er his loved ones, died to call them all his own;
how for them he intercedeth, watcheth o’er them from the throne.

O the deep, deep love of Jesus! Love of ev’ry love the best:
‘tis an ocean vast of blessing, ‘tis a haven sweet of rest.
O the deep, deep love of Jesus! ‘tis a heav’n of heav’ns to me;
and it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to thee.

Benediction

Postlude: Thou Art the Rock Henri Mulet