Dear Brothers and Sisters,

This week prayer will be held at the Brown Barn

Church discipline conference Update: The conference begins at noon on Thursday and concludes at 3:00 on Saturday. First, Please pray.  

Second, We will have some of the attendees and speakers with us at Prayer on Wed night, including our dear brother Jeff Pollard.

Our scripture focus this week and for Sunday is Isaiah 52:1-12, where God continues to encourage the captives in Babylon as well as those who will be saved during the ministry of Christ in the days of the New Covenant. Since 49:15, He has been piling up one reminder after another of His faithfulness. Now He turns to making several commands to secure their fruitfulness and happiness after such a hard judgment.

Ladies Mentoring will be held at 10:00 at the Brown Barn where we will be studying chapter 18 of the Excellent Wife, which tells us how to deal with anger in a biblical manner.

Our Songs for Sunday are:

Note: The first two songs are a response to the implications of the Court’s recent ruling on same sex marriage. The remaining songs focus on Sunday’s passage…

This Is My Father’s World

The Son of God Goes Forth to War

The Church’s One Foundation

O Church Arise

All I Have Is Christ

This Is My Father’s World

This is my Father’s world, and to my list’ning ears

All nature sings, and round me rings

The music of the spheres

This is my Father’s world, I rest me in the thought

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas

His hand the wonders wrought

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise

The morning light, the lily white

Declare their Maker’s praise

This is my Father’s world, He shines in all that’s fair

In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,

He speaks to me everywhere

This is my Father’s world, O let me ne’er forget

That though the wrong seems oft so strong

God is the Ruler yet

This is my Father’s world, the battle is not done

Jesus, who died, shall be satisfied

And earth and heav’n be one

The Son of God Goes Forth to War

The Son of God goes forth to war,

A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar;

Who follows in His train?

Who best can drink His cup of woe,

Triumphant over pain,

Who patient bears his cross below,

He follows in His train.

The martyr first, whose eagle eye

Could pierce beyond the grave,

Who saw his Master in the sky,

And called on Him to save;

Like Him, with pardon on his tongue

In midst of mortal pain,

He prayed for them that did the wrong;

Who follows in his train?

A glorious band, the chosen few

On whom the Spirit came,

Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew

And mocked the cross and flame;

They met the tyrant’s brandished steel,

The lion’s gory mane;

They bowed their necks the death to feel;

Who follows in their train?

A noble army, men and boys,

The matron and the maid,

Around the Savior’s throne rejoice,

In robes of light arrayed;

They climbed the steep ascent of heav’n

Through peril, toil and pain;

O God to us may grace be giv’n

To follow in their train.

The Church’s One Foundation

The Church’s one foundation 

Is Jesus Christ her Lord

She is His new creation 

By water and the Word

From heav’n He came and sought her 

To be His holy bride

With His own blood He bought her

And for her life He died

Elect from every nation 

Yet one o’er all the earth

Her charter of salvation: 

One Lord, one faith, one birth

One holy Name she blesses, 

Partakes one holy food

And to one hope she presses 

With every grace endued

The Church shall never perish!

Her dear Lord to defend,

To guide, sustain, and cherish,

Is with her to the end:

Though there be those who hate her,

And false sons in her pale,

Against both foe or traitor

She ever shall prevail.

Though with a scornful wonder

Men see her sore oppressed,

By schisms rent asunder,

By heresies distressed:

Yet saints their watch are keeping,

Their cry goes up, “How long?”

And soon the night of weeping

Shall be the morn of song!

‘Mid toil and tribulation

And tumult of her war

She waits the consummation 

Of peace forevermore

Till with the vision glorious 

Her longing eyes are blessed

And the great Church victorious 

Shall be the Church at rest

Yet she on earth hath union

With God the Three in One,

And mystic sweet communion

With those whose rest is won,

With all her sons and daughters

Who, by the Master’s hand

Led through the deathly waters,

Repose in Eden land.

O happy ones and holy!

Lord, give us grace that we

Like them, the meek and lowly,

On high may dwell with Thee:

There, past the border mountains,

Where in sweet vales the Bride

With Thee by living fountains

Forever shall abide!

O Church Arise

O church arise and put your armor on

Hear the call of Christ our Captain

For now the weak can say that they are strong

In the strength that God has given 

With shield of faith and belt of truth 

We’ll stand against the devil’s lies 

An army bold whose battle cry is Love

Reaching out to those in darkness

Our call to war to love the captive soul 

But to rage against the captor

And with the sword that makes the wounded whole 

We will fight with faith and valor

When faced with trials on every side 

We know the outcome is secure 

And Christ will have the prize for which He died

An inheritance of nations

Come see the cross where love and mercy meet 

As the Son of God is stricken 

Then see His foes lie crushed beneath His feet

For the Conqueror has risen 

And as the stone is rolled away 

And Christ emerges from the grave

This victory march continues till the day 

Every eye and heart shall see Him

So Spirit come put strength in every stride

Give grace for every hurdle

That we may run with faith to win the prize

Of a servant good and faithful 

As saints of old still line the way 

Retelling triumphs of His grace

We hear their calls and hunger for the day

When with Christ we stand in Glory

All I Have Is Christ

I once was lost in darkest night

Yet thought I knew the way.

The sin that promised joy and life

Had led me to the grave.

I had no hope that You would own

A rebel to Your will.

And if You had not loved me first

I would refuse You still.

But as I ran my hell-bound race

Indifferent to the cost

You looked upon my helpless state

And led me to the cross.

And I beheld God’s love displayed

You suffered in my place

You bore the wrath reserved for me

Now all I know is grace.

Hallelujah! All I have is Christ

Hallelujah! Jesus is my life

Now, Lord, I would be Yours alone

And live so all might see

The strength to follow Your commands

Could never come from me.

Oh Father, use my ransomed life

In any way You choose.

And let my song forever be

My only boast is You.