Prelude Robin Condy, soprano; Steven Condy, baritone

There Is a Green Hill Far Away arr. Joseph Martin

When I Survey arr. Tom Fettke

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 253: There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood Fountain

Text: William Cowper (1771)

There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel’s veins;
and sinners, plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains:
lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
and sinners, plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
and there have I, as vile as he, washed all my sins away:
washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
and there have I, as vile as he, washed all my sins away.

E’er since by faith I saw the stream your flowing wounds supply,
redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die:
and shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die. (continued on next page)

Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing your pow’r to save,
when this poor lisping, stamm’ring tongue lies silent in the grave:
lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
when this poor lisping, stamm’ring tongue lies silent in the grave.

Dear dying Lamb, your precious blood shall never lose its pow’r,
till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more:
be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
till all the ransomed church of God be saved to sin no more.

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

Text: Bernard of Clairvaux (1091–1153)

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. Offerings may also be placed in the oak boxes upon entering or exiting the sanctuary. Offerings received in the oak boxes today will go toward the Easter Sacrifical Offering, unless otherwise designated. Please see the back of the bulletin for details.)

Offertory: Gethsemane Keith Getty/Stuart Townend/arr. Lloyd Larson

Robin Condy, soprano; Steven Condy, baritone

Scripture Reading: Mark 15:33–39

33 And when the sixth hour had come, there was darkness over the whole land until the ninth hour.
34 And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” 35 And some of the bystanders hearing it said, “Behold, he is calling Elijah.” 36 And someone ran and filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a reed and gave it to him to drink, saying, “Wait, let us see whether Elijah will come to take him down.” 37 And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last. 38 And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. 39 And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, “Truly this man was the Son of God!”

Sermon: Forsaken Dr. Liam Goligher

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

Text: Samuel Francis (1834–1925)

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: Fantasia in c minor Johann Sebastian Bach