Dear beloved,

This Sunday we will be looking at Genesis 39:1-10 together. We have just wrapped up a conference focusing on the fear of God. Every area and aspect of the Christian life should bear the fingerprints of a healthy fear of God. The areas of resisting temptation and mortifying sin are no different. When sin seems to continue to get the upper hand in our lives, it is evidence that there is lack of fear and awe of God. If we are to succeed in our battle against the world, the flesh, and the devil, we will need to be gripped by such an awareness of our glorious God that we would be able to say like Joseph, “How then can I do this great wickedness, and sin against God?”

Prayer this week will be at the Noah’s house.

Songs for Sunday are as follows:

• Holy Holy Holy! Lord God Almighty
• More Love to Thee, O Christ
• Am I a Soldier of the Cross?
• O Great God
• Jesus, What a Friend for Sinners

Holy, Holy, Holy!

Holy, holy, holy!  Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee

Holy, holy, holy!  Merciful and mighty!

God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy!  All the saints adore Thee

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee

Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be

Holy, holy, holy!  Tho’ the darkness hide Thee

Tho’ the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see

Only Thou art holy – there is none beside Thee

Perfect in pow’r, in love, in purity

Holy, holy, holy!  Lord God Almighty!

All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth, and sky, and sea

Holy, holy, holy!  Merciful and mighty!

God in three Persons, blessed Trinity

More Love to Thee, O Christ

More love to Thee, O Christ,

More love to Thee!

Hear thou the prayer I make

On bended knee;

This is my earnest plea,

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee,

More love to Thee.

Once earthly joy I craved,

Sought peace and rest;

Now Thee alone I seek;

Give what is best:

This all my prayer shall be,

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee,

More love to Thee.

Let sorrow do its work,

Send grief and pain;

Sweet are thy messengers,

Sweet their refrain,

When they can sing with me,

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee,

More love to Thee.

Then shall my latest breath

Whisper Thy praise;

This be the parting cry

My heart shall raise,

This still its prayer shall be,

More love, O Christ, to Thee,

More love to Thee,

More love to Thee.

Am I a Soldier of the Cross?

Am I a soldier of the cross,

   A foll’wer of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own His cause

   Or blush to speak His Name?

Must I be carried to the skies

   On flow’ry beds of ease

While others fought to win the prize

   And sailed through bloody seas?

Are there no foes for me to face?

   Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace

   To help me on to God?

Sure I must fight if I would reign;

   Increase my courage Lord!

I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,

   Supported by Thy Word.

O Great God

O great God of highest heaven

Occupy my lowly heart

Own it all and reign supreme

Conquer every rebel power

Let no vice or sin remain

That resists Your holy war

You have loved and purchased me

Make me Yours forevermore

I was blinded by my sin

Had no ears to hear Your voice

Did not know Your love within

Had no taste for heaven’s joys

Then Your Spirit gave me life

Opened up Your Word to me

Through the gospel of Your Son

Gave me endless hope and peace

Help me now to live a life

That’s dependent on Your grace

Keep my heart and guard my soul

From the evils that I face

You are worthy to be praised

With my every thought and deed

O great God of highest heaven

Glorify Your Name through me

Jesus! what a Friend for Sinners!

Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!

Jesus! Lover of my soul;

Friends may fail me, foes assail me,

He, my Saviour, makes me whole.

   Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

   Hallelujah, what a Friend!

   Saving, helping, keeping, loving,

   He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a strength in weakness!

Let me hide myself in Him;

Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,

He, my strength, my vict’ry wins.

Jesus! what a help in sorrow!

While the billows o’er me roll,

Even when my heart is breaking,

He, my comfort, helps my soul.

Jesus! what a guide and keeper!

While the tempest still is high,

Storms about me, night o’ertakes me,

He, my pilot, hears my cry.

Jesus! I do now receive Him,

More than all in Him I find,

He hath granted me forgiveness,

I am His, and He is mine.