Evening Worship Service

Prelude: Deck Thyself, My Soul, with Gladness Johannes Brahms

Call to Worship

Invocation

Hymn: I Know that My Redeemer Lives Duke Street

Text: Samuel Medley (1776)

I know that my Redeemer lives!
What joy this blest assurance gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
he lives, my everliving head!

He lives triumphant from the grave;
he lives eternally to save;
he lives exalted, throned above;
he lives to rule his church in love.

He lives and grants me daily breath;
he lives, and I shall conquer death;
he lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing;
he lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King!

He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same;
what joy this blest assurance gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!

Prayer of Confession

O most great, most just and gracious God, you are of purer eyes than to behold iniquity. We confess that we have neglected and abused your holy worship; we have dishonored our superiors, and neglected our inferiors; we have dealt unjustly and uncharitably with our neighbors, not loving them as ourselves, nor doing to others as we would have them do to us. We have not sought first your kingdom and righteousness, nor been contented with our daily bread. Have mercy upon us, most merciful Father. Be reconciled to us, and let the blood of Jesus Christ cleanse us from all our sins.

The Gospel’s Assurance of Pardon: Colossians 1:13–14

He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.

Doxology Tallis’ Canon

Praise God from whom all blessings flow; praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host: praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.

Prayer of Illumination

Scripture Reading: Ezekiel 37:1–14

1 The hand of the Lord was upon me, and he brought me out in the Spirit of the Lord and set me down in the middle of the valley; it was full of bones. 2 And he led me around among them, and behold, there were very many on the surface of the valley, and behold, they were very dry. 3 And he said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” And I answered, “O Lord God, you know.” 4 Then he said to me, “Prophesy over these bones, and say to them, O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord. 5 Thus says the Lord God to these bones: Behold, I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live. 6 And I will lay sinews upon you, and will cause flesh to come upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and you shall live, and you shall know that I am the Lord.” 7 So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I prophesied, there was a sound, and behold, a rattling, and the bones came together, bone to its bone. 8 And I looked, and behold, there were sinews on them, and flesh had come upon them, and skin had covered them. But there was no breath in them. 9 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to the breath, Thus says the Lord God: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe on these slain, that they may live.” 10 So I prophesied as he commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived and stood on their feet, an exceedingly great army.

11 Then he said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Behold, they say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are indeed cut off.’ 12 Therefore prophesy, and say to them, Thus says the Lord God: Behold, I will open your graves and raise you from your graves, O my people. And I will bring you into the land of Israel. 13 And you shall know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves, and raise you from your graves, O my people. 14 And I will put my Spirit within you, and you shall live, and I will place you in your own land. Then you shall know that I am the Lord; I have spoken, and I will do it, declares the Lord.”

Hymn 642: Be Thou My Vision Slane

Text: Eleanor Hull (1912–based on 8th century Irish poem)

(Students in grades 1–6 may go to the Catacombs for Tenth Children’s Music, final one for the year.)

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
naught be all else to me, save that thou art —
thou my best thought, by day or by night,
waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
thou my great Father, I thy true son;
thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my battle shield, sword for my fight;
be thou my dignity, thou my delight,
thou my soul’s shelter, thou my high tow’r;
raise thou me heav’n-ward, O Pow’r of my pow’r. (continued on next page)

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
thou mine inheritance, now and always:
thou and thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my treasure thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
may I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heav’n’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
still be my vision, O Ruler of all.

Confession of Faith: Westminster Shorter Catechism, question 94

Question: What is baptism?
Answer: Baptism is a sacrament, wherein the washing with water in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, doth signify and seal our ingrafting into Christ, and partaking of the benefits of the covenant of grace, and our engagement to be the Lord’s.

Offering Prayer

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Offertory: The Lord Goes Up Malcolm Archer

Chamber Choir

The Lord goes up with shouts of joy, while trumpets all his triumph tell; with him humanity is raised above angelic worlds to dwell. He sits with God, at his right hand, who is the Lord of everything; the Father’s glory is his own: Christ Jesus, all creation’s king. And when he comes again in might, to raise us on that splendid day, we shall be gathered up to him, and every tear be wiped away. O God, our Father, hear our prayer: with Christ, our Lord, your only Son, send forth the Spirit of your love to live in us and make us one. Alleluia.

Sermon: The Promise of the Resurrection Rev. Gavin Lymberopoulos

Hymn 291: See, the Conqueror Mounts in Triumph Rustington

Text: Christopher Wordsworth (1862)

See, the Conqu’ror mounts in triumph; see the King in royal state,
riding on the clouds, his chariot, to his heav’nly palace gate:
Hark! the choirs of angel voices joyful Alleluias sing,
and the portals high are lifted to receive their heav’nly King.

Who is this that comes in glory, with the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies, he has gained the victory;
he who on the cross did suffer, he who from the grave arose,
he has vanquished sin and Satan, he by death has spoiled his foes. (continued on next page)

You have raised our human nature in the clouds to God’s right hand;
there we sit in heav’nly places, there with you in glory stand:
Jesus reigns, adored by angels, man with God is on the throne;
mighty Lord, in your ascension we by faith behold our own.

Benediction

Postlude

Serving this evening:
George McFarland, platform
Aaron Patterson, organist

Sermon Notes