Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Our text for this Sunday is Isaiah 52:13-53:3. As we enter into Isaiah 53 for the next three weeks we will be examining the doctrine of the substitutionary atonement of Jesus Christ. Isaiah 53 is nothing less than the summary of the entire purpose of all of history, of the reason for writing the Bible, and even heaven itself. It answers the the very most important question of all human beings – how might a sinner be saved?

Prayer will be held at the Burkes

O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus

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 my glorious rest above

O the deep, deep love of Jesus

Spread His praise from shore to shore

How He loveth, ever loveth

Changeth never, never more

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 every 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

Amen

He Will Hold Me Fast

When I fear my faith will fail, 

Christ will hold me fast;

When the tempter would prevail, 

He will hold me fast.

I could never keep my hold 

Through life’s fearful path;

For my love is often cold;

He must hold me fast.

He will hold me fast,

He will hold me fast;

For my Savior loves me so,

He will hold me fast.

Those He saves are His delight,

Christ will hold me fast;

Precious in his holy sight,

He will hold me fast.

He’ll not let my soul be lost;

His promises shall last;

Bought by Him at such a cost,

He will hold me fast.

For my life He bled and died,

Christ will hold me fast;

Justice has been satisfied;

He will hold me fast.

Raised with Him to endless life,

He will hold me fast

‘Till our faith is turned to sight,

When He comes at last!

Not What My Hands Have Done

Not what my hands have done

can save my guilty soul;

Not what my toiling flesh has borne

can make my spirit whole.

Not what I feel or do

can give me peace with God;

Not all my prayers and sighs and tears

can bear my awful load.

Your voice alone, O Lord,

can speak to me of grace;

Your power alone, O Son of God,

can all my sin erase.

No other work but Yours,

no other blood will do;

No strength but that which is divine

can bear me safely through.

Thy work alone, O Christ,

can ease this weight of sin;

Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,

can give me peace within.

Thy love to me, O God,

not mine, O Lord, to Thee,

Can rid me of this dark unrest,

and set my spirit free.

I bless the Christ of God;

I rest on love divine;

And with unfaltering lip and heart

I call this Savior mine.

His cross dispels each doubt;

I bury in His tomb

Each thought of unbelief and fear,

each lingering shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace;

I trust His truth and might;

He calls me His, I call Him mine,

My God, my joy and light.

’Tis He Who saveth me,

and freely pardon gives;

I love because He loveth me,

I live because He lives.

Speak, O Lord

Speak, O Lord, as we come to You

To receive the food of Your Holy Word.

Take Your truth, plant it deep in us;

Shape and fashion us in Your likeness,

That the light of Christ might be seen today

In our acts of love and our deeds of faith.

Speak, O Lord, and fulfill in us 

All Your purposes for Your glory.

Teach us, Lord, full obedience,

Holy reverence, true humility;

Test our thoughts and our attitudes

In the radiance of Your purity.

Cause our faith to rise; cause our eyes to see

Your majestic love and authority.

Words of pow’r that can never fail –

Let their truth prevail over unbelief.

Speak, O Lord, and renew our minds;

Help us grasp the heights of Your plans for us –

Truths unchanged from the dawn of time

That will echo down through eternity.

And by grace we’ll stand on Your promises,

And by faith we’ll walk as You walk with us.

Speak, O Lord, till Your church is built

And the earth is filled with Your glory.

Man of Sorrows 

Man of Sorrows! what a name

For the Son of God, who came

Ruined sinners to reclaim:

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,

In my place condemned He stood,

Sealed my pardon with His blood:

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

Guilty, vile, and helpless, we;

Spotless Lamb of God was He;

Full atonement! can it be?

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

Lifted up was He to die,

“It is finished!” was His cry:

Now in heav’n exalted high:

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

When He comes, our glorious King,

All His ransomed home to bring,

Then anew this song we’ll sing:

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

Amen