Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Our Wed night Prayer Meeting will be held at the Burkes.

On Sunday night we will have a special time at the Noah’s. We will eat at 6:30… Hot dogs are provided, and then have a time of singing and testimonies afterward. Please try to be there at 6:30, as we will hope to be finished eating and be singing around 7:00…

Are we distracted from the mission Jesus called us to fulfill? Are we so busy building our own houses that we are “off mission.” On Sunday, the preaching will focus on Ezra 5:1-2, and the situation where the people had become so discouraged and distracted by worldly things, that they stopped doing what God commanded them to do – rebuild the temple. They were “off mission.” The things of this world and the opposition got the best of them by degrees and they had stopped building for perhaps sixteen years… But the Lord sent two prophets to shake them from their slumber and get them back ‘on mission.” He sent Haggai and Zechariah. On Sunday we will look into the message of Haggai and how the Lord spoke to them about their condition. But what about Hope Baptist? Have we become distracted by our own feelings and our desires to build our own lives and our houses that we have forgotten the mission that God has called us to? The question is, will we shrug off the message of the prophets, and justify ourselves or “hear the Word of the Lord.”

On Sunday we will be singing these songs:

I Sing the Mighty Power of God

Jesus, Where’er Thy People Meet

Immovable Our Hope Remains

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

I Sing the Mighty Power of God

I sing the mighty pow’r of God

   that made the mountains rise

That spread the flowing seas abroad

   and built the lofty skies

I sing the wisdom that ordained

   the sun to rule the day

The moon shines full at His command

   and all the stars obey

I sing the goodness of the Lord

   that filled the earth with food

He formed the creatures with His word

   and then pronounced them good

Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed

   wher-e’er I turn my eye

If I survey the ground I tread

   or gaze upon the sky

There’s not a plant or flow’r below

   but makes Thy glories known

And clouds arise and tempests blow

   by order from Thy throne

While all that borrows life from Thee

   is ever in Thy care

And everywhere that man can be,

   Thou, God, art present there

Jesus, Where’er Thy People Meet

Jesus, where’er thy people meet,

There they behold thy mercy-seat;

Where’er they seek thee, thou art found,

And ev’ry place is hallowed ground.

For thou, within no walls confined,

Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such ever bring thee where they come,

And going, take thee to their home.

Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few,

Thy former mercies here renew;

Here to our waiting hearts proclaim

The sweetness of thy saving Name.

Here may we prove the pow’r of prayer

To strengthen faith and sweeten care,

To teach our faint desires to rise,

And bring all heav’n before our eyes.

Lord, we are few, but thou art near;

Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear;

O rend the heav’ns, come quickly down,

And make a thousand hearts thine own.

Immovable Our Hope Remains

Immovable our hope remains

Though shifting sands before us lie

The One who washed away our stains

Shall bear us safely to the skies

The floods may rise, the winds may beat

Torrential rains descend

Yet God His own will not forget

He’ll love and keep us till the end

You’ll love and keep us till the end

This is eternal life: to know

The living God and Christ, the Son

The Savior will not let us go

Until His saving work is done

Our debt was great, as was our need

But now the price is paid

Who can behold Immanuel bleed

And doubt His willingness to save?

We trust Your willingness to save

The Lord acquits, who can condemn?

Though Satan’s accusations fly

His pow’r can never reach our names

To blot them from the Book of Life

The Son has surely made us free

His Word forever stands

And all our joy is knowing we

Are graven on His wounded hands

We’re graven on Your wounded hands

Built into Christ, secure we stand

For with His Spirit we’ve been sealed

By grace we’ll see the promised land

Where every sorrow shall be healed

To God who gave His only Son

To Jesus Christ, our Lord

To God the Spirit, Three-in-one

Be songs of praise forevermore

We’ll sing Your praise forevermore

Dear Refuge of My Weary Soul

Dear refuge of my weary soul, on Thee, when sorrows rise,

On Thee, when waves of trouble roll, my fainting hope relies.

To Thee I tell each rising grief, for Thou alone canst heal;

Thy Word can bring a sweet relief for every pain I feel.

But oh! When gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call Thee mine;

The springs of comfort seem to fail, and all my hopes decline.

Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to Thee, though prostrate in the dust.

Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face, and shall I seek in vain?

And can the ear of sov’reign grace be deaf when I complain?

No, still the ear of sov’reign grace attends the mourner’s prayer;

O may I ever find access to breathe my sorrows there.

Thy mercy seat is open still, here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.

Thy mercy seat is open still,    here let my soul retreat;

With humble hope attend Thy will, and wait beneath Thy feet.

Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

Glorious things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God;

He, Whose Word cannot be broken

Formed thee for His own abode:

On the Rock of Ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?

With salvation’s walls surrounded,

Thou may’st smile at all thy foes.

See, the streams of living waters,

Springing from eternal love,

Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of want remove:

Who can faint, while such a river

Ever flows their thirst t’assuage?

Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,

Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hovering,

See the cloud and fire appear

For a glory and a cov’ring,

Showing that the Lord is near:

Thus deriving from their banner

Light by night and shade by day,

Safe they feed upon the manna

Which He gives them when they pray.

Savior, if of Zion’s city

I, through grace, a member am,

Let the world deride or pity,

I will glory in Thy Name:

Fading is the worldling’s pleasure,

All his boasted pomp and show;

Solid joys and lasting treasure

None but Zion’s children know.